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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1439 | 2017-08-05 10:02:40 | 119.72 | 100% |
67 | 2016-07-24 14:36:26 | 114.32 | 95% |
49 | 2016-07-23 14:27:39 | 116.30 | 96% |