Helplessly hoping, her harlequin hovers nearby, awaiting a word. Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit, he runs, wishing he could fly, only to trip at the sound of good-bye.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29085 | 2020-03-03 08:47:12 | 80.25 | 98% |
| 19006 | 2019-10-08 09:20:23 | 75.54 | 98% |