Ah, the lengthening hours in the refinery, belching fire into the sky. We do our best vampire routines as we suck the dying hours dry. The night is lovely as a rose. If I saw sunlight hit you, I am sure that we'll both decompose. Ah, the fitful sleep and the fire engines that I dream of when I dream some day we'll both wake up for good. I will try hard not to scream. The evening winds will shake the blinds, you are stirring from your slumber. We've got something hateful on our minds.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1665 | 2020-07-29 00:55:04 | 86.05 | 97% |
| 951 | 2020-07-10 19:23:21 | 85.26 | 97% |