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When I was a child, I heard voices. Some would sing and some would scream. You'll soon find you have few choices. I learned the voices died with me. When I was a child, I'd sit for hours, staring into open flames. Something in it had a power, could barely tear my eyes away. All you have is your fire and the place you need to reach. Don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
10181 2023-01-19 13:21:57 136.98 98%
8407 2018-10-19 14:23:28 154.28 100%