But I no longer listened, nor saw more than the play of light upon the metallic disks of his glasses, which now seemed to float within the disgusting sea of his words. Truth, truth, what was truth? Nobody I knew, not even my own mother, would believe me if I tried to tell them.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 44 | 2019-02-03 03:17:03 | 167.87 | 99% |