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 |
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1088 | 2021-07-22 05:47:20 | 65.62 | 96% |
856 | 2021-07-17 01:55:15 | 61.06 | 97% |