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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 557 | 2020-02-21 09:02:20 | 40.59 | 95% |
| 273 | 2019-09-16 16:49:23 | 40.06 | 97% |