One day when I was able to get up, I decided to look at myself in the mirror on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto. From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 544 | 2021-05-21 16:23:53 | 105.54 | 99% |
| 456 | 2021-02-19 19:57:21 | 97.41 | 99.6% |