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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11178 | 2021-11-10 15:12:34 | 144.58 | 98% |
9318 | 2019-02-13 12:26:24 | 146.01 | 98% |
1985 | 2018-03-01 20:47:21 | 149.93 | 98% |