For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 136 | 2017-02-24 17:15:30 | 59.06 | 85% |
| 70 | 2017-01-11 15:16:07 | 69.20 | 94% |