What a curious life we have found here tonight, there is music that sounds from the street. There are lights in the clouds, Anna's ghost all around. Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me, soft and sweet. How the notes all bend and reach above the trees.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24310 | 2024-10-23 01:18:15 | 153.07 | 98.6% |
| 20998 | 2024-07-26 20:57:16 | 135.73 | 97.5% |
| 19993 | 2024-07-16 03:42:39 | 104.94 | 98.1% |
| 19208 | 2024-07-04 09:57:03 | 147.50 | 99.3% |
| 14524 | 2024-05-08 11:15:37 | 129.89 | 97.7% |
| 14312 | 2024-05-07 06:35:40 | 151.49 | 98.9% |
| 8633 | 2024-02-28 11:05:39 | 153.59 | 100% |
| 5507 | 2024-02-14 03:22:34 | 139.96 | 99.6% |
| 5223 | 2024-02-12 19:15:41 | 131.37 | 98.1% |
| 2755 | 2023-02-16 10:21:34 | 134.31 | 100% |
| 1268 | 2023-01-08 01:53:49 | 142.54 | 100% |