He rolled up the completed bundle of work and slid it into the pneumatic tube. Eight minutes had gone by. He re-adjusted his spectacles on his nose, sighed, and drew the next batch of work towards him, with the scrap of paper on top of it. He flattened it out. On it was written, in a large unformed handwriting: I love you.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9442 | 2020-11-11 09:39:16 | 66.09 | 98% |
| 8386 | 2020-10-20 15:26:55 | 76.58 | 98% |
| 4114 | 2020-07-26 18:12:24 | 60.93 | 97% |
| 1627 | 2020-01-29 16:49:59 | 59.42 | 97% |