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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9080 | 2023-09-01 20:54:42 | 106.04 | 99% |
4063 | 2019-06-25 07:45:24 | 99.17 | 98% |