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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4176 | 2020-11-11 23:33:26 | 89.82 | 97% |
| 239 | 2018-12-24 16:36:49 | 71.08 | 97% |