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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428 | 2023-08-23 09:44:44 | 75.01 | 98% |
315 | 2023-08-01 13:06:34 | 77.87 | 97% |