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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 452 | 2020-05-05 06:29:23 | 77.70 | 97% |
| 237 | 2019-09-29 02:21:47 | 67.56 | 97% |
| 74 | 2019-08-17 02:16:03 | 65.10 | 99% |