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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1781 | 2020-12-09 23:46:58 | 80.02 | 97% |
| 1697 | 2020-12-04 02:54:03 | 91.01 | 98% |