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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2251 | 2019-01-07 07:31:20 | 120.84 | 99% |
2055 | 2018-12-04 10:09:09 | 105.34 | 97% |