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 |
---|---|---|---|
344 | 2021-08-14 23:31:17 | 111.74 | 99% |
239 | 2021-08-10 16:15:45 | 94.92 | 97% |
158 | 2021-08-09 12:30:36 | 103.71 | 98% |