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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3005 | 2016-09-12 19:20:39 | 93.28 | 98% |
| 2982 | 2016-09-09 14:28:38 | 94.23 | 98% |