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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1352 | 2025-08-31 13:58:12 | 87.65 | 96% |
| 602 | 2025-08-13 17:06:02 | 83.52 | 97% |