One day when I was able to get up, I decided to look at myself in the mirror on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto. From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 492 | 2020-11-16 20:37:00 | 66.18 | 95% |
| 210 | 2020-11-07 10:54:17 | 74.71 | 96% |