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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1009311 | 2024-10-03 17:20:55 | 166.71 | 98.9% |
| 309778 | 2020-10-02 18:11:22 | 146.31 | 98% |
| 290739 | 2020-05-01 02:45:05 | 85.97 | 95% |
| 275549 | 2020-04-17 11:53:51 | 116.34 | 96% |
| 195132 | 2019-11-22 16:42:01 | 91.40 | 95% |
| 195131 | 2019-11-22 16:41:33 | 130.23 | 95% |
| 195130 | 2019-11-22 16:41:09 | 125.64 | 98% |
| 195129 | 2019-11-22 16:40:39 | 115.89 | 98% |
| 192564 | 2019-11-16 06:56:13 | 125.07 | 98% |
| 192563 | 2019-11-16 06:55:52 | 116.60 | 98% |
| 177259 | 2019-10-24 00:40:28 | 143.00 | 98% |
| 177258 | 2019-10-24 00:40:09 | 133.99 | 98% |
| 171976 | 2019-09-11 17:42:24 | 141.30 | 98% |
| 171975 | 2019-09-11 17:41:24 | 126.28 | 96% |