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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2004 | 2020-07-13 20:32:52 | 82.08 | 95% |
549 | 2019-04-12 19:28:37 | 65.28 | 94% |