Faces slide by in glowing shadows. Like snowbound ghosts that go up and down in epileptic shivers and negative radioactive slivers, in a landscape of endless dull glitter and a taste in my mouth so sweet, yet so bitter. And we exhaust ourselves trying to get there.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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21001 | 2021-07-28 11:10:33 | 89.14 | 97% |
20312 | 2021-07-15 09:38:02 | 97.43 | 98% |