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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2574 | 2021-08-08 03:18:37 | 59.51 | 94% |
2417 | 2021-08-01 11:09:41 | 63.24 | 95% |