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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13193 | 2018-05-01 13:52:38 | 145.51 | 99% |
8820 | 2017-12-11 23:28:59 | 158.67 | 99% |
4525 | 2017-09-25 12:55:50 | 142.64 | 99% |
615 | 2017-06-16 08:42:11 | 136.50 | 98% |