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 |
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10864 | 2020-11-15 23:01:30 | 115.01 | 97% |
5775 | 2020-07-22 22:33:31 | 110.73 | 97% |
4158 | 2020-06-25 21:28:26 | 112.02 | 97% |
1381 | 2020-05-11 00:36:50 | 96.12 | 97% |
675 | 2020-04-27 17:52:52 | 81.70 | 97% |