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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 95660 | 2021-07-02 07:34:36 | 114.55 | 99% |
| 95649 | 2021-07-01 06:32:13 | 121.39 | 99% |
| 95648 | 2021-07-01 06:31:38 | 103.44 | 97% |
| 95629 | 2021-07-01 06:02:00 | 99.19 | 96% |