Tommy had felt alone in a crowd before, even inferior to everyone in a crowd, but now he felt, well, different. It wasn't just the clothes and the make up, it was the humanity. He wasn't part of it. Heightened senses or not, he felt like he had his nose pressed against the window, looking in. The problem was, it was the window of a donut shop.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 69527 | 2023-03-05 06:25:28 | 142.71 | 99% |
| 68258 | 2023-01-20 03:40:07 | 133.29 | 98% |
| 68138 | 2023-01-19 03:55:12 | 149.08 | 99% |
| 65129 | 2021-01-20 13:55:48 | 146.25 | 99% |
| 60723 | 2020-09-23 20:10:43 | 141.13 | 99% |
| 60557 | 2020-09-22 17:33:53 | 142.30 | 98% |
| 60059 | 2020-09-13 14:04:53 | 151.98 | 99% |
| 60024 | 2020-09-12 16:46:41 | 140.91 | 99% |
| 56410 | 2020-03-22 22:24:01 | 142.35 | 99% |