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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 80179 | 2020-08-22 04:59:08 | 99.87 | 97% |
| 64245 | 2020-03-04 12:51:25 | 88.74 | 96% |
| 38833 | 2019-11-09 11:33:08 | 101.15 | 98% |
| 38832 | 2019-11-09 11:32:40 | 94.94 | 97% |