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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6270 | 2018-07-12 01:48:08 | 131.61 | 100% |
| 3259 | 2018-03-07 22:49:41 | 123.12 | 100% |