My life seems unreal, my crime an illusion, a scene badly written in which I must play. Yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me the morning is just a few hours away.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 665 | 2020-09-09 23:08:25 | 87.55 | 99% |
| 654 | 2020-09-07 06:21:06 | 78.77 | 98% |