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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 350 | 2025-02-26 14:21:37 | 62.29 | 98% |
| 276 | 2025-02-16 09:18:09 | 63.71 | 98% |
| 270 | 2025-02-15 13:53:08 | 58.59 | 96% |