I've seen it watching me, that misty thing without a face. It weaves my thoughts, lined them up in black lace. It buries my shape and leaves no trace. Tomorrow I will have no shame, and I will start again.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2295 | 2020-09-21 05:42:07 | 110.81 | 100% |
| 239 | 2020-05-26 07:58:55 | 110.41 | 100% |