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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2069 | 2020-08-06 05:13:41 | 83.08 | 96% |
| 584 | 2020-06-03 06:35:37 | 77.24 | 97% |