By that point, entire sectors of my cerebral cortex seemed to have shut down altogether. Dizzy, fearing that I would black out, I was frantic to reach the South Summit, where my third bottle was waiting.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 341 | 2016-10-26 04:58:25 | 65.29 | 89% |
| 206 | 2016-10-14 11:35:38 | 82.27 | 97% |