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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5284 | 2025-05-20 16:14:58 | 173.03 | 99.3% |
| 4179 | 2025-04-17 17:30:52 | 149.77 | 98.2% |