It is possible that I already had some presentiment of my future. The locked and rusted gate that stood before us, with wisps of river fog threading its spikes like the mountain paths, remains in my mind now as the symbol of my exile.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6181 | 2019-05-17 00:37:37 | 212.78 | 100% |