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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1617 | 2020-04-21 17:19:53 | 74.02 | 98% |
| 1404 | 2020-04-07 13:06:59 | 74.69 | 98% |