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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146 | 2021-01-25 13:02:41 | 71.29 | 96% |
43 | 2021-01-22 08:48:05 | 69.21 | 95% |