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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1914 | 2019-07-15 19:50:09 | 77.12 | 99% |
| 1700 | 2019-07-01 12:24:18 | 62.96 | 98% |
| 1485 | 2019-06-24 11:57:09 | 65.52 | 98% |