Swallow a drop of gravel and blacktop, 'cause the road tastes like wintergreen. The wind and the rain smell of oil and octane, mixed with stale gasoline. I'll soak up the sound trying to sleep on the wet ground, I'll get ten minutes give-or-take. 'Cause I just don't foresee myself getting drowsy when cold integrity keeps me wide awake.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1000656 | 2024-01-21 18:55:10 | 135.03 | 98.3% |
| 1000655 | 2024-01-21 18:54:37 | 130.48 | 97.9% |