An ochre love in the heart of all, an ochre love and the cold sea shores, dear. My blood is yours for the night, 'cause my fears are only little things like these cold seas and broken strings.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1637 | 2020-10-29 21:21:46 | 87.79 | 99% |
| 1091 | 2020-10-16 14:00:48 | 76.70 | 96% |