I kept walking aimlessly as if to wipe away the smoldering apprehension in me. When I reached a clearing, I could smell over-matured and decaying flowers. Somebody was standing in the middle of the flowerbed. Nobody had to tell me. He didn't have to make himself known, either. Like a puzzle piecing itself together on its own, I knew by sight who he was. The Reaper was standing there.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 381700 | 2024-09-22 20:58:30 | 141.47 | 97.8% |
| 381699 | 2024-09-22 20:57:42 | 141.98 | 97.2% |
| 381698 | 2024-09-22 20:57:08 | 155.61 | 97.2% |
| 381697 | 2024-09-22 20:56:37 | 144.37 | 97.9% |
| 381696 | 2024-09-22 20:56:04 | 151.47 | 99% |
| 354308 | 2024-05-17 20:35:05 | 150.47 | 98.7% |
| 354307 | 2024-05-17 20:31:30 | 166.12 | 99.5% |
| 354306 | 2024-05-17 20:31:01 | 132.83 | 98% |
| 354305 | 2024-05-17 20:30:18 | 155.15 | 99% |
| 327806 | 2024-02-04 19:59:22 | 148.40 | 99% |