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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1811 | 2020-07-17 15:06:13 | 74.47 | 96% |
| 914 | 2020-06-09 16:18:17 | 73.88 | 98% |