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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1589 | 2021-08-15 03:05:17 | 52.05 | 95% |
| 1528 | 2021-08-06 02:30:16 | 55.73 | 97% |