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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4202 | 2020-07-12 16:48:44 | 93.13 | 97% |
| 2687 | 2020-06-28 01:51:07 | 82.65 | 97% |