Despondent, lugubrious, no future. We turned our bodies to computer. We are our own nature, abuser, no future, computer, abuser. I can tell every day I stay all the whiteness turns to grey. All the grey to Cimmeria as the black is setting in. Digital black, oh! We've sunken into our illusion, we've fashioned colossal confusion. I am the word of the last human; illusion, confusion, last human. I can see it all around the land. I can feel it with the back of my hand. I can hear a roaring silence of the murky caliginous. I've heard the dark beast has said that the world is like a brittle egg. He can crush it with only breath, and he can bring a black wave of death. Digital black.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16049 | 2020-11-07 18:49:29 | 122.42 | 98% |
| 13030 | 2020-10-02 02:58:25 | 128.80 | 98% |
| 13019 | 2020-10-02 02:44:06 | 127.68 | 99% |
| 11205 | 2020-09-20 01:42:54 | 131.01 | 98% |
| 10573 | 2020-09-16 22:36:50 | 122.78 | 97% |
| 6331 | 2020-07-25 21:01:30 | 116.20 | 97% |