We want a good life with a nose for things, the fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering. I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue. Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 812 | 2017-05-29 10:49:10 | 92.52 | 91% |
| 201 | 2017-05-16 10:01:05 | 99.56 | 93% |