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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 989 | 2017-01-21 12:23:01 | 63.00 | 88% |
| 276 | 2017-01-04 18:08:55 | 68.41 | 90% |