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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 412 | 2020-06-15 17:23:09 | 102.12 | 99% |
| 294 | 2020-06-13 20:20:47 | 89.25 | 98% |