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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28760 | 2020-11-17 01:45:53 | 84.73 | 96% |
| 28106 | 2020-11-12 01:55:51 | 94.95 | 97% |
| 12876 | 2020-04-22 21:59:31 | 85.01 | 96% |
| 10461 | 2020-04-09 01:36:47 | 72.46 | 95% |
| 10003 | 2020-04-07 03:54:28 | 82.29 | 96% |
| 7225 | 2020-03-08 21:58:51 | 86.12 | 95% |