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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 249 | 2020-08-09 01:20:34 | 95.30 | 96% |
| 174 | 2020-01-17 21:58:52 | 72.02 | 93% |