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 |
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2350 | 2022-01-13 15:05:21 | 102.89 | 99% |
158 | 2021-03-13 10:19:21 | 93.30 | 97% |