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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25097 | 2021-07-09 07:31:03 | 114.92 | 99% |
20310 | 2021-03-15 01:35:28 | 112.32 | 97% |
14232 | 2020-09-10 02:51:46 | 113.80 | 99% |
10365 | 2020-05-16 02:18:27 | 97.51 | 98% |
3503 | 2017-12-14 10:13:14 | 74.20 | 97% |
1184 | 2017-06-08 11:36:12 | 63.21 | 95% |
1144 | 2017-06-05 12:07:34 | 63.52 | 97% |
28 | 2016-03-19 09:56:52 | 40.67 | 90% |