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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1570 | 2018-05-06 04:16:16 | 91.61 | 96% |
| 500 | 2018-04-09 17:09:14 | 92.67 | 96% |