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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21103 | 2021-08-10 16:15:48 | 86.95 | 96% |
| 20521 | 2021-07-15 16:16:13 | 111.30 | 98% |
| 20450 | 2021-07-14 11:36:00 | 91.16 | 97% |