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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 719 | 2025-06-21 19:32:39 | 69.57 | 98% |
| 271 | 2025-04-17 02:51:26 | 75.23 | 98.9% |