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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1817 | 2020-02-05 13:32:23 | 65.67 | 97% |
| 448 | 2020-01-08 17:30:22 | 64.34 | 96% |