It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and consolate. I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw her standing alone in a corner. She was a descript person, a woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled, and she moved in a gainly way.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 505 | 2025-06-29 09:48:54 | 58.84 | 96% |
| 496 | 2025-06-28 17:00:04 | 61.43 | 96% |
| 133 | 2025-06-19 08:00:07 | 56.84 | 96% |