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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1393 | 2017-06-21 16:45:07 | 102.61 | 97% |
1153 | 2017-06-07 15:44:31 | 116.83 | 99% |
956 | 2017-05-31 19:29:44 | 96.10 | 96% |