I still think about the letter you asked me to write. It nags at me, even though you're gone and there's no one to give it to anymore. Sometimes I work on it in my head, trying to map out the story you asked me to tell, about everything that happened this past fall and winter. It's all still there, like a movie I can watch when I want to. Which is never.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28925 | 2020-11-09 10:56:44 | 154.21 | 98% |
| 22772 | 2019-04-06 22:34:47 | 135.56 | 98% |
| 21578 | 2019-03-01 04:09:28 | 136.08 | 97% |
| 21026 | 2019-02-20 04:52:28 | 160.93 | 98% |
| 19364 | 2019-01-11 01:35:30 | 143.50 | 98% |
| 18814 | 2018-12-29 18:17:47 | 159.10 | 98% |
| 15404 | 2018-10-27 06:53:46 | 116.24 | 94% |
| 7645 | 2018-08-22 12:50:47 | 122.53 | 97% |
| 1023 | 2018-07-10 09:50:11 | 133.97 | 98% |