"Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?" Cardan asks, leaning back in the elaborately carved chair, the warmth of his words turning the question into something like a compliment. "No," I say, glad to be annoyed back into the present. "Tell me."
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 254 | 2020-02-11 21:55:40 | 82.13 | 94% |
| 206 | 2020-02-08 13:51:11 | 82.79 | 94% |