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Her eyes, like windows, trickle in rain upon the pain getting deeper, though my love wants to relieve her. She walks alone from wall to wall. Lost in her hall, she can't hear me, though I know she likes to be near me.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
11727 2021-07-31 11:54:33 82.26 95%
3083 2019-09-11 01:43:55 80.29 98%
3043 2019-09-09 01:59:49 78.99 98%
1735 2019-06-22 05:19:36 59.76 97%
757 2019-03-08 04:10:52 69.67 98%