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 |
---|---|---|---|
2486 | 2018-10-03 10:21:46 | 65.25 | 96% |
1103 | 2018-07-06 15:19:19 | 65.25 | 96% |