Somewhere in the forest where the waters meet lie the days before us. Spinning on repeat; there's darkness through the doorways. Silence in the streets, there's something in the stillness; a distant memory.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1845 | 2023-03-12 14:09:23 | 68.88 | 98% |
| 1820 | 2023-03-12 09:33:47 | 59.57 | 95% |