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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1753 | 2024-02-28 21:39:10 | 116.00 | 96.2% |