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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1237 | 2020-11-27 18:36:04 | 69.34 | 97% |
| 335 | 2020-04-30 17:00:54 | 53.14 | 96% |