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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10734 | 2022-02-07 09:06:56 | 176.13 | 98% |
8170 | 2021-08-24 23:14:09 | 143.26 | 98% |
4956 | 2021-04-18 08:18:04 | 165.71 | 98% |