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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1881 | 2017-05-28 12:44:49 | 62.11 | 88% |
| 1203 | 2016-10-08 15:07:05 | 104.21 | 97% |