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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| 1111 | 2021-05-19 19:48:29 | 67.53 | 97% |
| 229 | 2021-04-28 01:11:52 | 76.52 | 98% |