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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5277 | 2021-08-03 06:18:48 | 69.87 | 96% |
| 5174 | 2021-08-01 08:50:47 | 77.47 | 95% |