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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6163 | 2020-07-13 09:58:25 | 87.68 | 100% |
| 6002 | 2020-06-26 08:26:03 | 84.19 | 99% |