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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1234 | 2020-03-16 18:26:16 | 82.69 | 98% |
| 662 | 2020-03-08 10:53:13 | 77.05 | 97% |