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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19604 | 2020-07-03 10:46:12 | 121.74 | 99% |
| 18633 | 2020-05-29 08:21:14 | 133.50 | 99% |