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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1914 | 2020-01-22 20:14:11 | 75.12 | 97% |
| 1397 | 2019-09-12 17:02:54 | 75.85 | 97% |