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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 267079 | 2020-03-30 01:37:08 | 118.22 | 96% |
| 229176 | 2020-01-20 00:29:21 | 133.24 | 98% |
| 229175 | 2020-01-20 00:28:15 | 134.92 | 97% |
| 228772 | 2020-01-16 22:54:41 | 140.35 | 97% |
| 228771 | 2020-01-16 22:53:38 | 156.67 | 99% |
| 228492 | 2020-01-15 03:51:58 | 140.88 | 98% |
| 228491 | 2020-01-15 03:50:53 | 127.58 | 97% |
| 214011 | 2019-12-17 22:09:58 | 133.90 | 97% |
| 214010 | 2019-12-17 22:08:20 | 147.95 | 99% |
| 213948 | 2019-12-17 17:32:45 | 134.31 | 97% |
| 213335 | 2019-12-15 19:05:25 | 118.68 | 98% |