With a shamed frown, he opened his mouth. I saw a blue flash of shrunken gums. The thing that had skittered across the floor was not a knife, but a plate of false teeth. For a fraction of a second I was desperate, feeling some of my justification for wanting to kill him slipping away. My fingers leaped to my shoulder, finding wet cloth but no blood.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3 | 2019-02-02 23:09:46 | 141.92 | 99% |