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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21014 | 2020-12-01 01:37:40 | 197.81 | 100% |
20027 | 2019-09-09 20:54:19 | 176.36 | 98% |