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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1997 | 2020-06-15 02:30:41 | 42.12 | 95% |
| 1890 | 2020-06-06 13:51:15 | 40.46 | 95% |