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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1571 | 2020-07-12 02:31:41 | 110.02 | 99% |
| 259 | 2017-01-13 03:40:30 | 81.14 | 96% |