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 |
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9057 | 2021-05-18 10:53:16 | 73.53 | 98% |
8413 | 2021-02-17 10:38:27 | 76.78 | 97.9% |