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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6608 | 2023-02-17 01:01:39 | 119.26 | 98% |
2752 | 2020-04-09 15:24:12 | 96.09 | 95% |