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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2011 | 2021-04-15 18:19:39 | 102.65 | 99% |
| 76 | 2020-09-25 22:15:38 | 95.09 | 97% |