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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 424 | 2017-07-31 14:25:41 | 61.52 | 95% |
| 325 | 2017-07-29 08:18:04 | 70.62 | 97% |