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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6823 | 2020-09-15 11:40:26 | 53.35 | 94% |
| 1099 | 2020-01-20 17:04:22 | 67.11 | 98% |