It led me by the hand, as if to fill the niches in the memories in my oozing brain fluid. Without even a destination, we kept walking. Disgusting clouds were floating in the sky. I already know what will happen to me the next time I wake up.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 377 | 2017-03-26 20:53:48 | 101.75 | 99% |
| 295 | 2017-02-07 14:01:03 | 84.08 | 95% |
| 272 | 2016-12-19 20:51:04 | 97.77 | 97% |