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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912 | 2023-05-18 17:10:38 | 64.30 | 94.4% |
366 | 2022-06-02 16:29:35 | 47.38 | 94% |