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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 321 | 2020-12-29 16:47:46 | 91.03 | 99% |
| 7 | 2020-11-26 17:49:03 | 87.19 | 100% |