Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear. No one comes near. Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there. What does he care? All the lonely people. Where do they all come from? All the lonely people. Where do they all belong?
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1000842 | 2024-01-26 14:42:57 | 171.08 | 99.3% |