Helplessly hoping, her harlequin hovers nearby, awaiting a word. Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit, he runs, wishing he could fly, only to trip at the sound of good-bye.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4749 | 2020-10-24 05:30:27 | 68.40 | 95% |
| 1275 | 2020-07-02 15:13:15 | 60.31 | 96% |