I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. Is this where it gets me, on my feet, several feet ahead of me? I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be? There is no beat, no melody. Burr, my first friend, my enemy. Maybe the last face I ever see. If I throw away my shot, is this how you'll remember me?
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5848 | 2021-08-22 05:25:14 | 76.80 | 97% |
| 5228 | 2021-08-14 12:34:13 | 75.92 | 99% |
| 4116 | 2021-08-01 10:03:12 | 67.57 | 97% |
| 2916 | 2021-07-06 07:26:41 | 75.57 | 98% |
| 2844 | 2021-07-02 12:24:28 | 62.70 | 97% |