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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 155 | 2025-03-15 07:48:57 | 65.52 | 98% |
| 113 | 2025-03-14 05:18:57 | 66.51 | 97% |
| 97 | 2025-03-13 05:19:58 | 60.65 | 96% |