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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1078 | 2016-12-07 02:44:16 | 125.60 | 94% |
| 499 | 2016-11-23 03:05:27 | 120.32 | 94% |