One day when I was able to get up, I decided to look at myself in the mirror on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto. From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1844 | 2019-09-09 00:42:03 | 107.75 | 99% |
| 1830 | 2019-09-04 21:26:13 | 98.13 | 98% |