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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 751 | 2020-11-10 03:29:13 | 75.28 | 98% |
| 582 | 2020-08-05 04:39:20 | 66.72 | 95% |