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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1143 | 2020-01-07 17:38:22 | 73.46 | 97% |
859 | 2017-09-09 12:55:07 | 68.90 | 96% |