My life seems unreal, my crime an illusion, a scene badly written in which I must play. Yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me the morning is just a few hours away.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 501 | 2018-05-27 18:00:13 | 54.21 | 93% |
| 259 | 2018-05-19 23:17:11 | 51.05 | 95% |