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 |
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1195 | 2021-08-15 07:57:12 | 62.88 | 99% |
799 | 2021-08-04 09:08:22 | 57.34 | 96% |