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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2637 | 2019-12-19 09:36:20 | 86.09 | 97% |
| 2147 | 2019-11-19 10:04:08 | 83.20 | 97% |