She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 378 | 2011-02-15 12:42:52 | 41.55 | |
| 282 | 2011-02-01 11:59:47 | 34.41 |