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 |
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2018 | 2020-10-01 23:22:34 | 130.88 | 98% |
1772 | 2020-09-09 01:17:11 | 120.89 | 98% |