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Her eyes, like windows, trickle in rain upon the pain getting deeper, though my love wants to relieve her. She walks alone from wall to wall. Lost in her hall, she can't hear me, though I know she likes to be near me.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
15701 2018-10-21 02:43:30 105.41 99%
14881 2018-09-12 00:35:08 94.15 97%
8070 2018-01-15 22:42:16 89.76 97%
7686 2018-01-13 05:43:40 88.63 97%
5839 2017-12-29 01:57:19 90.59 97%
1314 2017-11-24 19:44:30 78.71 97%