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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 926 | 2020-12-01 16:10:22 | 46.80 | 93% |
| 442 | 2020-11-06 16:45:26 | 48.45 | 95% |