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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1611 | 2021-12-25 05:55:40 | 87.00 | 99% |
| 328 | 2021-09-04 23:17:39 | 82.35 | 99% |