It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and consolate. I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw her standing alone in a corner. She was a descript person, a woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled, and she moved in a gainly way.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 261 | 2025-02-12 14:00:23 | 71.02 | 96.5% |
| 228 | 2025-02-08 10:22:10 | 62.74 | 96% |
| 163 | 2025-02-01 11:48:33 | 55.75 | 95.1% |