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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1112 | 2016-02-11 05:43:13 | 90.46 | 95% |
811 | 2015-09-08 05:13:41 | 96.58 | 96% |
809 | 2015-09-08 05:11:39 | 101.17 | 97% |
9 | 2015-01-26 17:39:34 | 99.57 | 99% |