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 |
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13193 | 2020-06-18 15:03:15 | 68.73 | 96% |
12318 | 2020-03-13 11:41:14 | 78.68 | 97% |