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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2959 | 2020-07-23 13:00:28 | 68.92 | 97% |
| 1804 | 2020-02-29 19:29:55 | 59.43 | 95% |