I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. Is this where it gets me, on my feet, several feet ahead of me? I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be? There is no beat, no melody. Burr, my first friend, my enemy. Maybe the last face I ever see. If I throw away my shot, is this how you'll remember me?
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 88237 | 2023-01-15 10:16:57 | 128.29 | 98% |
| 88236 | 2023-01-15 10:15:58 | 121.05 | 97% |