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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 409 | 2020-07-13 03:51:21 | 67.61 | 93% |
| 269 | 2020-07-09 21:17:37 | 85.59 | 97% |