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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
1833 2025-07-08 14:24:29 120.96 97%
1624 2025-07-02 11:14:59 108.22 96%
667 2025-05-08 15:46:35 113.80 97.6%