I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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352 | 2021-09-14 10:53:40 | 45.10 | 98% |
174 | 2021-09-06 04:47:00 | 41.66 | 98% |