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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1116 | 2025-06-11 15:51:32 | 66.97 | 96% |
| 640 | 2025-05-29 09:26:55 | 68.81 | 96% |
| 531 | 2025-05-26 11:10:06 | 68.90 | 97% |