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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 602 | 2020-12-27 10:42:40 | 52.81 | 93% |
| 560 | 2020-12-27 09:16:22 | 63.12 | 94% |