There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship's, smooths and contains the rocker. It's an inside kind--wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one's own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 422388 | 2024-04-19 06:05:50 | 113.73 | 98.8% |
| 422379 | 2024-04-19 04:37:26 | 133.20 | 100% |
| 422378 | 2024-04-19 04:36:12 | 122.23 | 99.5% |
| 422377 | 2024-04-19 04:34:59 | 120.13 | 99.5% |