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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 432 | 2016-11-24 11:44:56 | 61.99 | 92% |
| 343 | 2016-11-18 11:46:58 | 59.15 | 94% |