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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20907 | 2020-08-06 01:22:55 | 75.34 | 96% |
| 8124 | 2020-03-26 01:23:57 | 77.81 | 96% |
| 789 | 2019-11-21 23:20:47 | 63.83 | 93% |