Every single night the same arrangement. I go out and fight the fight. Still, I always feel this strange estrangement. Nothing here is real, nothing here is right. I've been making shows of trading blows, just hoping no one knows that I've been going through the motions, walking through the part. Nothing seems to penetrate my heart.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1923 | 2020-08-28 02:08:45 | 82.70 | 98% |
| 796 | 2017-10-21 13:20:38 | 69.28 | 95% |