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 |
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264 | 2021-09-01 14:20:38 | 77.27 | 95% |
220 | 2021-08-27 12:51:49 | 74.59 | 95% |