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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1824 | 2021-02-16 10:46:43 | 124.17 | 97.7% |
| 1527 | 2020-12-18 10:02:18 | 101.07 | 96% |