We'll be here when the world slows down and the sunbeams fade away. Keeping time by a pendulum as the fabric starts to fray. There's no such thing as time to kill nor time to throw away. So, once for the bright sky, twice for the pig sty, thrice for another day.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 150 | 2021-03-08 08:10:19 | 52.63 | 98% |
| 136 | 2021-03-04 05:39:03 | 52.92 | 98% |