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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 971 | 2017-12-11 05:01:30 | 64.95 | 96% |
| 418 | 2017-10-30 15:18:07 | 71.92 | 97% |