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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 976 | 2020-12-26 07:22:16 | 66.22 | 98% |
| 907 | 2020-12-23 18:08:38 | 63.21 | 97% |