It led me by the hand, as if to fill the niches in the memories in my oozing brain fluid. Without even a destination, we kept walking. Disgusting clouds were floating in the sky. I already know what will happen to me the next time I wake up.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1940 | 2017-03-04 14:03:57 | 73.30 | 93% |
| 1837 | 2017-02-25 23:10:43 | 78.91 | 94% |
| 328 | 2017-01-01 17:18:10 | 48.51 | 96% |