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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4605 | 2020-05-15 09:02:46 | 91.37 | 99% |
| 4597 | 2020-05-15 08:23:09 | 83.45 | 99% |