The sun, the moon, the stars, shine less brightly with you so far. I never knew sorrow 'til you asked me to follow my heart. For all the tales I've told and these whispers of silver and gold. I'd throw them all away to gaze on your face once more.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1982 | 2023-11-07 21:18:19 | 65.18 | 98.5% |
| 1874 | 2023-11-06 22:23:00 | 62.98 | 98.4% |