We want a good life with a nose for things, the fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering. I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue. Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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3522 | 2019-05-21 20:57:06 | 96.12 | 98% |
301 | 2018-11-07 01:53:52 | 70.73 | 98% |