It was ludicrous that they hadn't noticed. Ridiculous that they had not thought about his last name, about where he came from, about the classes he did or did not go to. His clammy hands, his pristine room, his unchanging smudgy face. He had been dead as long as they'd known him. Reality was a bridge breaking beneath Adam.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18341 | 2023-06-05 19:02:11 | 180.33 | 99% |