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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 248 | 2018-08-31 18:22:30 | 60.69 | 97% |
| 169 | 2018-08-23 20:12:21 | 112.17 | 99% |