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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4021 | 2020-03-28 20:38:08 | 110.02 | 97% |
| 3991 | 2020-03-27 17:19:18 | 111.89 | 97% |