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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1912 | 2021-01-23 21:50:28 | 72.30 | 97% |
1080 | 2020-04-30 20:17:50 | 66.23 | 97% |