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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3009 | 2020-12-30 19:43:00 | 66.32 | 94% |
392 | 2020-10-04 16:30:45 | 68.42 | 96% |