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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 379 | 2019-03-03 14:54:17 | 107.18 | 99% |
| 147 | 2018-12-11 19:08:32 | 94.32 | 98% |