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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12344 | 2019-10-07 20:25:41 | 131.25 | 99% |
| 11279 | 2019-07-26 19:42:34 | 163.02 | 100% |