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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5286 | 2020-04-14 18:57:50 | 82.48 | 98% |
| 4371 | 2020-04-03 19:07:11 | 95.29 | 100% |