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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3929 | 2022-02-09 04:11:55 | 88.89 | 95% |
829 | 2020-05-18 10:07:32 | 77.60 | 96% |