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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5238 | 2020-06-26 07:41:38 | 58.70 | 94% |
| 2851 | 2020-06-10 13:51:14 | 54.22 | 95% |