By that point, entire sectors of my cerebral cortex seemed to have shut down altogether. Dizzy, fearing that I would black out, I was frantic to reach the South Summit, where my third bottle was waiting.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 691 | 2017-04-03 17:03:48 | 63.22 | 88% |
| 541 | 2016-12-27 14:58:18 | 71.26 | 91% |