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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1472 | 2020-11-19 19:25:26 | 64.84 | 95% |
| 456 | 2017-12-07 20:43:55 | 44.96 | 95% |