He walked on without resting. He had a terrible longing for some distraction, but he did not know what to do, what to attempt. A new overwhelming sensation was gaining more and more mastery over him every moment; this was an immeasurable, almost physical, repulsion for everything surrounding him, an obstinate, malignant feeling of hatred. All who met him were loathsome to him - he loathed their faces, their movements, their gestures.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10 | 2021-03-29 03:43:06 | 80.80 | 96% |