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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 115 | 2020-03-03 18:56:03 | 83.45 | 98% |
| 56 | 2020-01-23 19:18:03 | 82.02 | 98% |