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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 39844 | 2021-08-05 22:48:43 | 97.74 | 98% |
| 39257 | 2021-07-19 03:27:23 | 90.57 | 97% |