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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4313 | 2022-01-02 08:08:32 | 82.52 | 95% |
1915 | 2021-03-09 03:26:46 | 72.73 | 95% |