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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 945 | 2020-12-24 05:04:24 | 71.50 | 97% |
| 870 | 2020-12-17 04:30:36 | 76.44 | 97% |