There were moments when one's past came back to one, as it will sometimes when you have not a moment to spare to yourself; but it came in the shape of an unrestful and noisy dream, remembered with wonder amongst the overwhelming realities of this strange world of plants, and water, and silence. And this stillness of life did not in the least resemble a peace. It was the stillness of an implacable force brooding over an inscrutable intention. It looked at you with a vengeful aspect.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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| 1016821 | 2025-05-22 21:05:47 | 176.10 | 98.8% |
| 1000998 | 2024-01-28 18:04:56 | 162.45 | 99% |