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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3819 | 2020-09-07 14:27:55 | 64.85 | 96% |
| 1906 | 2020-01-12 11:06:28 | 74.70 | 97% |