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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1172 | 2019-12-05 12:39:12 | 48.25 | 95% |
| 351 | 2019-09-23 13:20:52 | 50.13 | 96% |