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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2984 | 2020-10-12 03:17:38 | 98.85 | 96% |
1428 | 2020-06-15 15:30:23 | 109.24 | 97% |
633 | 2020-05-09 06:23:40 | 96.38 | 95% |