Dear Sir letters keep coming in the mail. I work my back till it's racked with pain. The boss can't even recall my name, I show up late and I'm docked; it never fails. I feel like just another spoke in a great big wheel. Like a tiny blade of grass in a great big field.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 329767 | 2024-02-21 03:50:15 | 132.65 | 98% |