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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2062 | 2020-10-07 22:31:27 | 63.03 | 96% |
365 | 2020-08-31 01:27:47 | 44.99 | 94% |