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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 473 | 2020-11-18 15:52:29 | 164.81 | 98% |
| 463 | 2020-11-18 14:38:04 | 132.79 | 97% |