Despondent, lugubrious, no future. We turned our bodies to computer. We are our own nature, abuser, no future, computer, abuser. I can tell every day I stay all the whiteness turns to grey. All the grey to Cimmeria as the black is setting in. Digital black, oh! We've sunken into our illusion, we've fashioned colossal confusion. I am the word of the last human; illusion, confusion, last human. I can see it all around the land. I can feel it with the back of my hand. I can hear a roaring silence of the murky caliginous. I've heard the dark beast has said that the world is like a brittle egg. He can crush it with only breath, and he can bring a black wave of death. Digital black.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 210595 | 2022-07-14 21:44:19 | 132.34 | 97.1% |
| 210594 | 2022-07-14 21:42:58 | 115.21 | 96.4% |
| 79945 | 2020-07-14 01:28:26 | 114.84 | 97.7% |
| 72929 | 2020-06-21 18:37:11 | 131.42 | 98.8% |
| 57491 | 2020-04-19 15:40:52 | 100.69 | 96.1% |
| 48634 | 2020-03-05 04:56:15 | 115.78 | 97.7% |
| 48633 | 2020-03-05 04:53:25 | 112.10 | 97.4% |
| 48632 | 2020-03-05 04:48:53 | 107.98 | 97.1% |
| 26819 | 2019-12-16 02:38:57 | 113.81 | 97.9% |
| 26818 | 2019-12-16 02:36:28 | 106.52 | 97.4% |