Speed is the consort of death, as pleasure is of life. Speed defies sensuality; it short-circuits ardor and shortchanges the palate. Speed is a thirst for life that in its haste keeps spilling the drink.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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1291 | 2018-12-08 14:27:30 | 73.18 | 95% |
281 | 2018-04-02 15:46:29 | 76.65 | 98% |