Swift is her walk, more swift her winged haste: a monstrous phantom, horrible and vast. As many plumes as raise her lofty flight, so many piercing eyes inlarge her sight; millions of opening mouths to Fame belong, and ev'ry mouth is furnish'd with a tongue, and round with list'ning ears the flying plague is hung.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 758 | 2018-02-16 19:29:14 | 92.09 | 100% |