Down the sloping lawn below me the male students moved toward their dormitories, seeming far away from me now, remote, and each shadowy form vastly superior to me, who had by some shortcoming cast myself into the darkness away from all that was worthwhile and inspiring. I listened to one group harmonize quietly as they passed. The smell of fresh bread being prepared in the bakery drifted to me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15 | 2019-02-03 00:09:20 | 129.39 | 97% |