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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1960 | 2020-09-27 03:41:58 | 143.72 | 99% |
| 1522 | 2017-01-01 23:45:14 | 100.39 | 91% |