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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25197 | 2025-06-18 17:44:45 | 157.57 | 98% |
| 25196 | 2025-06-18 17:43:08 | 148.66 | 98% |
| 7513 | 2023-03-28 03:25:16 | 121.57 | 97% |