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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 375 | 2016-11-05 16:06:16 | 70.31 | 86% |
| 275 | 2016-11-01 11:58:05 | 67.15 | 93% |