Dear Sir letters keep coming in the mail. I work my back till it's racked with pain. The boss can't even recall my name, I show up late and I'm docked; it never fails. I feel like just another spoke in a great big wheel. Like a tiny blade of grass in a great big field.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 50370 | 2024-08-04 05:11:21 | 132.25 | 97.6% |
| 50369 | 2024-08-04 05:10:51 | 140.68 | 98.3% |