Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup. They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe. Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind, possessing and caressing me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11998 | 2021-08-03 17:07:03 | 96.23 | 97% |
| 10799 | 2021-07-12 14:24:32 | 68.93 | 97% |