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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 353 | 2021-03-22 08:04:57 | 39.91 | 93% |
| 289 | 2021-03-15 06:44:44 | 42.62 | 92% |