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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4807 | 2020-04-07 02:32:36 | 64.11 | 95% |
| 2789 | 2019-11-28 16:26:09 | 50.11 | 94% |