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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442 | 2020-11-15 23:03:26 | 65.98 | 96% |
358 | 2020-11-13 00:32:01 | 53.85 | 93% |