Helplessly hoping, her harlequin hovers nearby, awaiting a word. Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit, he runs, wishing he could fly, only to trip at the sound of good-bye.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18523 | 2020-10-11 12:25:10 | 77.86 | 97% |
| 11304 | 2020-04-02 17:36:32 | 85.97 | 98% |
| 5442 | 2020-01-12 01:33:13 | 74.00 | 98% |