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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2994 | 2019-05-02 14:18:36 | 106.88 | 98% |
883 | 2016-12-20 15:57:57 | 103.03 | 96% |