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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1543 | 2020-08-28 18:52:12 | 103.84 | 97% |
| 1192 | 2020-08-06 19:01:43 | 77.36 | 95% |