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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3971 | 2020-12-10 22:26:17 | 98.19 | 97% |
| 1930 | 2020-11-19 03:27:55 | 111.38 | 98% |
| 1862 | 2020-11-19 00:59:19 | 98.15 | 97% |