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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1086 | 2020-09-03 16:15:18 | 78.96 | 97% |
| 987 | 2020-08-31 17:22:19 | 79.77 | 97% |