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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29078 | 2021-07-24 07:41:57 | 129.27 | 98% |
28033 | 2021-07-20 00:54:12 | 116.15 | 96% |