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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 501 | 2021-02-03 20:25:08 | 40.70 | 94.2% |
| 216 | 2020-12-20 20:10:28 | 33.23 | 91% |