We want a good life with a nose for things, the fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering. I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue. Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 517 | 2020-05-15 17:33:06 | 119.79 | 98% |
| 305 | 2020-05-05 21:28:28 | 98.16 | 98% |