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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10104 | 2023-02-11 17:48:26 | 118.31 | 99% |
3520 | 2021-01-05 05:09:07 | 96.90 | 98% |