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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1174 | 2022-12-02 15:14:25 | 60.67 | 98% |
1123 | 2022-11-24 22:07:56 | 58.08 | 97% |