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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 741 | 2017-03-25 13:34:45 | 93.23 | 95% |
| 442 | 2016-12-02 16:40:53 | 86.03 | 95% |