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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721 | 2020-10-20 04:59:16 | 87.76 | 96% |
8 | 2014-11-14 05:06:41 | 89.02 | 94% |