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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13133 | 2021-08-18 02:39:21 | 105.09 | 99% |