Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup. They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe. Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind, possessing and caressing me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16058 | 2021-07-20 03:02:52 | 90.65 | 100% |
| 15892 | 2021-07-10 02:50:08 | 80.81 | 98% |