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 |
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1148 | 2020-11-19 22:38:22 | 94.56 | 100% |
933 | 2020-01-05 02:51:08 | 77.65 | 99% |