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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12916 | 2017-03-12 19:50:28 | 76.11 | 91% |
| 12404 | 2017-03-04 10:14:58 | 75.08 | 92% |