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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7444 | 2023-04-28 05:12:48 | 74.58 | 95% |
6615 | 2023-04-08 22:21:20 | 82.18 | 99% |