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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5948 | 2025-06-12 04:29:30 | 91.92 | 98% |
| 4697 | 2025-04-28 09:31:30 | 101.12 | 98.2% |