I've seen it watching me, that misty thing without a face. It weaves my thoughts, lined them up in black lace. It buries my shape and leaves no trace. Tomorrow I will have no shame, and I will start again.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1061 | 2020-12-14 20:39:53 | 89.42 | 95% |
| 732 | 2018-12-05 05:40:42 | 108.16 | 98% |