"Rhymes?" I inquired. "You're looming about all diaphanous in the middle of the day, puking cryptic rhymes? Low craft and tawdry art, ghosting about at noon - a parson's fart heralds darker doom, thou babbling wisp."
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 44 | 2019-02-03 01:54:25 | 103.12 | 96% |