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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4652 | 2019-12-09 16:14:04 | 67.02 | 95% |
| 3248 | 2019-10-27 16:27:19 | 63.87 | 96% |