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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7742 | 2021-08-08 07:40:28 | 82.78 | 98% |
3463 | 2020-05-31 17:39:48 | 62.74 | 96% |