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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8941 | 2021-01-12 04:57:36 | 85.66 | 97% |
6921 | 2019-10-16 02:37:37 | 103.50 | 99% |