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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 846 | 2017-03-02 14:01:21 | 98.65 | 95% |
| 108 | 2017-02-16 21:06:00 | 81.34 | 92% |