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 |
---|---|---|---|
9690 | 2021-08-22 02:23:02 | 107.17 | 97% |
8749 | 2021-07-24 07:42:04 | 95.40 | 96% |