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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1407 | 2021-04-29 10:29:24 | 65.11 | 95% |
| 1207 | 2021-03-06 18:05:04 | 67.06 | 95% |