It's four in the morning, the end of December. I'm writing you now just to see if you're better. New York is cold, but I like where I'm living. There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening. I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert. You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record. Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair. She said that you gave it to her that night that you planned to go clear. Did you ever go clear?
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1940 | 2025-06-18 23:58:50 | 124.11 | 99% |
| 1234 | 2022-12-03 06:30:13 | 107.85 | 99% |