Helplessly hoping, her harlequin hovers nearby, awaiting a word. Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit, he runs, wishing he could fly, only to trip at the sound of good-bye.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2107 | 2020-03-19 04:56:03 | 55.20 | 95% |
| 1335 | 2019-12-23 05:26:19 | 56.18 | 98% |