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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 593 | 2021-04-29 17:34:45 | 60.80 | 95% |
| 381 | 2021-01-09 02:47:07 | 67.64 | 95% |