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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1130 | 2020-11-30 22:50:15 | 87.80 | 95% |
| 261 | 2020-02-07 22:32:26 | 90.91 | 95% |