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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1997 | 2017-05-18 16:31:00 | 77.75 | 93% |
| 1993 | 2017-05-12 18:16:47 | 68.00 | 91% |