Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes - they call me on and on across the universe. Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box - they tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 872 | 2016-06-03 18:10:34 | 71.40 | 97% |
| 605 | 2016-05-06 20:44:31 | 66.93 | 95% |