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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 464 | 2019-09-16 18:00:19 | 68.72 | 97% |
| 348 | 2019-09-14 12:26:17 | 69.87 | 97% |