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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 563 | 2017-01-10 14:09:54 | 79.78 | 93% |
| 212 | 2016-12-15 23:32:53 | 60.57 | 88% |