Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup. They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe. Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind, possessing and caressing me.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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1070 | 2021-07-09 20:59:42 | 54.71 | 98% |
666 | 2021-07-03 00:49:36 | 41.69 | 96% |