She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1429 | 2011-03-21 02:49:37 | 78.13 | |
| 1416 | 2011-03-21 02:31:45 | 76.01 |