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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7457 | 2020-01-17 17:06:20 | 98.06 | 97% |
| 6035 | 2019-06-17 17:19:57 | 94.17 | 97% |