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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1348 | 2020-04-05 18:03:10 | 87.00 | 97% |
| 397 | 2020-03-23 20:15:39 | 86.65 | 97% |