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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 486 | 2016-09-11 17:24:24 | 65.08 | 92% |
| 361 | 2016-08-31 23:13:11 | 58.22 | 88% |