I kept walking aimlessly as if to wipe away the smoldering apprehension in me. When I reached a clearing, I could smell over-matured and decaying flowers. Somebody was standing in the middle of the flowerbed. Nobody had to tell me. He didn't have to make himself known, either. Like a puzzle piecing itself together on its own, I knew by sight who he was. The Reaper was standing there.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 663 | 2022-03-24 16:20:36 | 92.86 | 98% |
| 278 | 2021-03-01 13:32:38 | 87.04 | 96% |
| 274 | 2021-03-01 13:27:07 | 86.57 | 96% |