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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1831 | 2011-01-13 06:11:57 | 52.72 | |
| 1760 | 2011-01-11 05:02:34 | 53.80 |