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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1987 | 2018-08-19 10:56:28 | 97.40 | 97% |
1725 | 2017-02-10 10:05:43 | 93.69 | 91% |
164 | 2015-07-23 12:34:42 | 74.97 | 90% |