She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 322 | 2015-09-27 09:36:52 | 26.03 | 95% |
| 311 | 2015-09-25 08:22:15 | 25.84 | 95% |