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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 114297 | 2019-12-11 21:56:20 | 163.79 | 98% |
| 108614 | 2019-09-11 05:15:55 | 147.47 | 98% |