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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 618 | 2019-09-02 05:34:04 | 58.76 | 98% |
| 557 | 2019-08-31 14:37:15 | 74.73 | 98% |