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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227 | 2018-10-12 08:53:36 | 77.78 | 98% |
100 | 2018-10-10 06:32:04 | 71.99 | 97% |