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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1331 | 2022-03-18 14:47:58 | 86.07 | 97% |
576 | 2021-03-01 11:15:50 | 77.15 | 96% |