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 |
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1226 | 2020-12-31 20:25:56 | 64.94 | 95% |