Faces slide by in glowing shadows. Like snowbound ghosts that go up and down in epileptic shivers and negative radioactive slivers, in a landscape of endless dull glitter and a taste in my mouth so sweet, yet so bitter. And we exhaust ourselves trying to get there.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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2444 | 2021-08-13 12:30:49 | 66.83 | 95% |
1578 | 2021-07-03 13:04:25 | 64.86 | 96% |