Faces slide by in glowing shadows. Like snowbound ghosts that go up and down in epileptic shivers and negative radioactive slivers, in a landscape of endless dull glitter and a taste in my mouth so sweet, yet so bitter. And we exhaust ourselves trying to get there.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
---|---|---|---|
5364 | 2021-08-16 10:53:43 | 68.29 | 96% |
3037 | 2021-07-07 12:43:09 | 61.64 | 96% |
3016 | 2021-07-07 12:20:02 | 66.30 | 98% |