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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5083 | 2020-10-03 08:10:12 | 86.55 | 97% |
| 1655 | 2020-08-10 10:09:41 | 82.02 | 95% |