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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1853 | 2019-07-05 08:15:26 | 118.37 | 98% |
| 566 | 2017-07-14 05:44:23 | 119.57 | 99% |