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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8527 | 2021-01-24 16:47:36 | 94.93 | 98% |
7888 | 2020-07-19 11:21:10 | 107.56 | 99% |