He moved to the trees. Where the bark was peeling from the trunks it lifted in tiny tendrils, almost fluffs. Brian plucked some of them loose, rolled them in his fingers. They seemed flammable, dry and nearly powdery. He pulled and twisted bits off the trees, packing them in one hand while he picked them with the other, picking and gathering until he had a wad close to the size of a baseball.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 36293 | 2020-07-14 06:56:07 | 77.57 | 98% |
| 29627 | 2020-03-10 16:31:01 | 94.60 | 99% |
| 18713 | 2019-10-03 12:40:37 | 92.39 | 99% |
| 16313 | 2019-07-07 09:15:29 | 83.86 | 98% |
| 11813 | 2019-04-18 14:41:10 | 90.07 | 98% |
| 8922 | 2019-03-22 16:33:57 | 62.03 | 95% |
| 6605 | 2019-02-27 15:23:15 | 81.61 | 97% |
| 6354 | 2019-02-23 07:32:32 | 85.05 | 98% |
| 4062 | 2019-01-16 07:37:47 | 83.68 | 97% |