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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 204 | 2020-12-22 19:28:56 | 63.77 | 96% |
| 135 | 2020-12-21 17:46:24 | 61.31 | 94% |