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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 680 | 2021-07-30 16:22:17 | 75.42 | 98% |
| 668 | 2021-07-30 14:49:46 | 65.89 | 97% |