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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2301 | 2021-01-20 00:27:14 | 106.21 | 99% |
| 450 | 2020-10-05 21:57:06 | 102.27 | 99% |