One day when I was able to get up, I decided to look at myself in the mirror on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto. From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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386 | 2021-07-25 12:55:45 | 39.66 | 95% |
297 | 2021-05-28 15:48:05 | 71.72 | 97% |