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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 210 | 2011-01-11 11:36:51 | 78.56 | |
| 191 | 2011-01-08 13:32:44 | 67.80 |