Dint was putting on a show. He'd hopped spryly up onto the banquet table and was striding along it, rapping out percussive syllables with astonishing speed and fluency, his wand tucked back behind his ear. His long black hair crackled, and crazy energies flashed out from the tips of his long fingers.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11 | 2024-11-04 02:30:27 | 72.66 | 96.3% |