He walked on without resting. He had a terrible longing for some distraction, but he did not know what to do, what to attempt. A new overwhelming sensation was gaining more and more mastery over him every moment; this was an immeasurable, almost physical, repulsion for everything surrounding him, an obstinate, malignant feeling of hatred. All who met him were loathsome to him - he loathed their faces, their movements, their gestures.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2567 | 2025-05-05 10:47:45 | 70.02 | 97.3% |
| 2481 | 2025-04-16 04:57:33 | 71.76 | 98.1% |
| 2131 | 2025-03-26 14:11:45 | 67.75 | 97% |
| 1958 | 2025-02-17 15:22:53 | 71.52 | 97.5% |
| 1909 | 2025-02-15 17:43:03 | 58.32 | 97.2% |
| 1824 | 2025-02-12 10:17:16 | 57.75 | 95.1% |
| 1756 | 2025-02-10 12:35:59 | 62.47 | 96.3% |
| 1663 | 2025-02-04 19:41:29 | 72.95 | 98.3% |
| 1265 | 2025-01-25 12:16:50 | 58.33 | 96.4% |
| 974 | 2025-01-01 09:06:56 | 56.05 | 96.9% |
| 913 | 2024-12-30 08:28:40 | 59.04 | 97.3% |
| 529 | 2024-12-20 04:04:00 | 59.62 | 96.6% |
| 278 | 2024-12-14 12:49:46 | 59.39 | 98.3% |