Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup. They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe. Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind, possessing and caressing me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14416 | 2021-07-30 14:07:52 | 77.51 | 97% |
| 14219 | 2021-07-24 03:52:10 | 67.94 | 96% |