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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1182 | 2025-06-18 09:27:55 | 118.50 | 98% |
| 830 | 2025-05-29 18:37:35 | 110.90 | 97% |