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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 43171 | 2022-09-25 17:46:39 | 190.10 | 100% |
| 20037 | 2021-07-20 19:52:53 | 179.86 | 100% |
| 18580 | 2021-07-02 23:55:52 | 175.85 | 100% |