Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes - they call me on and on across the universe. Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box - they tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 388 | 2015-11-14 10:02:28 | 69.65 | 93% |
| 339 | 2015-11-11 07:15:11 | 69.87 | 91% |