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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6170 | 2020-11-25 02:39:49 | 80.69 | 97% |
| 621 | 2020-05-05 06:29:30 | 65.85 | 99% |