I used to wonder why he looked familiar. Then, I realized it was a mirror. Oh, and now it is plain to see. The whole time the monster was me. Oh, there's a monster in my closet. Someone's underneath my bed. The wind's knocking at my window. I'd kill it but it's already dead. The living dead.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8485 | 2025-06-07 03:56:01 | 118.37 | 98% |
| 8001 | 2025-05-20 22:23:37 | 113.76 | 98% |