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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4333 | 2020-12-10 01:31:45 | 58.28 | 96% |
| 657 | 2020-09-06 06:07:30 | 40.71 | 94% |