I've seen it watching me, that misty thing without a face. It weaves my thoughts, lined them up in black lace. It buries my shape and leaves no trace. Tomorrow I will have no shame, and I will start again.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 819 | 2020-09-10 15:41:22 | 109.59 | 98% |
| 805 | 2020-09-10 15:02:16 | 110.12 | 98% |