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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 291 | 2017-01-12 21:43:05 | 63.49 | 89% |
| 87 | 2016-12-26 16:37:58 | 61.36 | 92% |