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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 853 | 2020-07-29 15:43:21 | 71.75 | 97% |
| 294 | 2020-03-25 01:31:06 | 54.79 | 96% |