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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 544 | 2021-07-12 14:24:21 | 96.86 | 99% |
| 425 | 2021-07-02 15:23:59 | 88.54 | 97% |