For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles of giant weeds, over sun-flickered spaces and on and on into gloom, cold, deep, inscrutable; suddenly she shoots to the surface and sports on the wind-wrinkled waves; that is, has a positive need to brush, scrape, kindle herself, gossiping.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 873 | 2024-07-14 11:54:26 | 63.08 | 100% |
| 841 | 2024-06-27 05:59:58 | 48.45 | 96.6% |
| 692 | 2024-05-25 06:35:14 | 54.23 | 97.7% |
| 620 | 2024-05-11 13:21:11 | 56.53 | 97.8% |
| 514 | 2024-05-02 13:43:24 | 54.61 | 97.2% |
| 480 | 2024-04-30 14:02:57 | 50.85 | 96.6% |
| 468 | 2024-04-30 11:59:20 | 48.28 | 97.4% |
| 405 | 2024-04-27 13:50:53 | 48.96 | 95.5% |
| 373 | 2024-04-27 11:57:08 | 50.78 | 97% |
| 180 | 2024-04-15 11:55:07 | 51.40 | 97.2% |
| 155 | 2024-04-13 14:22:09 | 45.05 | 95.3% |
| 150 | 2024-04-13 13:06:33 | 48.75 | 95.4% |
| 76 | 2024-04-12 10:01:23 | 47.04 | 95.2% |
| 65 | 2024-04-12 09:24:12 | 44.01 | 94.8% |
| 40 | 2024-04-11 13:36:39 | 44.38 | 95.1% |
| 24 | 2024-04-11 12:22:57 | 45.95 | 94.4% |
| 6 | 2024-04-11 10:56:12 | 49.67 | 95.6% |