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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6475 | 2020-02-12 02:06:02 | 96.98 | 99% |
| 5287 | 2019-06-20 14:29:04 | 93.70 | 97% |