I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. Is this where it gets me, on my feet, several feet ahead of me? I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be? There is no beat, no melody. Burr, my first friend, my enemy. Maybe the last face I ever see. If I throw away my shot, is this how you'll remember me?
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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2266 | 2021-07-29 20:54:10 | 64.79 | 97% |
1905 | 2021-07-14 23:12:53 | 68.84 | 98% |