Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? And even if one of them pressed me suddenly against his heart: I would be consumed in that overwhelming existence. For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we still are just able to endure, and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2270 | 2018-11-06 19:27:36 | 79.06 | 97% |
| 881 | 2018-10-05 02:40:41 | 76.02 | 97% |