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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5563 | 2019-08-05 13:10:56 | 109.87 | 98% |
| 2854 | 2019-06-08 03:29:35 | 96.60 | 99% |