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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1410 | 2023-04-08 16:41:03 | 114.36 | 98% |
486 | 2015-11-20 07:35:48 | 98.34 | 95% |