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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818 | 2021-08-14 22:28:54 | 90.61 | 98% |
743 | 2021-08-10 17:00:36 | 92.18 | 97% |