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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1054 | 2017-05-03 13:30:16 | 55.07 | 95% |
| 187 | 2016-12-10 12:08:19 | 47.38 | 97% |