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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2072 | 2021-02-14 23:06:27 | 80.12 | 98.6% |
1464 | 2021-02-07 18:33:04 | 77.07 | 98% |