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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 69548 | 2022-03-12 18:52:30 | 112.83 | 98% |
| 29101 | 2020-10-02 18:11:30 | 95.90 | 97% |