I carried you in here. I fed you, I weaned you, now look at you. You always were an ungrateful, wretched, sniveling boy! You know it, and I know it! There was always something wrong with you. Ashamed of yourself. Ashamed of me, of your own mother! I've been here for hours, and have you gotten me a drink? Or a cigarette? Or massaged my feet? I'm an old woman and you, in the prime of life! Have you nothing inside?
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 331405 | 2024-03-04 00:25:50 | 137.94 | 99.5% |
| 331404 | 2024-03-04 00:23:32 | 129.31 | 98.4% |