For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1948 | 2018-01-15 13:08:28 | 56.21 | 94% |
| 1944 | 2018-01-12 10:54:42 | 65.23 | 94% |