I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. Is this where it gets me, on my feet, several feet ahead of me? I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be? There is no beat, no melody. Burr, my first friend, my enemy. Maybe the last face I ever see. If I throw away my shot, is this how you'll remember me?
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 53082 | 2021-08-11 13:08:23 | 115.38 | 99% |
| 52272 | 2021-07-08 14:41:27 | 102.32 | 97% |