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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2060 | 2022-11-08 04:36:52 | 86.57 | 95% |
203 | 2022-06-13 21:24:32 | 90.72 | 95% |