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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73 | 2021-02-05 10:41:23 | 88.90 | 93.7% |
27 | 2021-02-02 12:00:56 | 79.12 | 96% |