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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1646 | 2016-01-30 07:28:40 | 85.11 | 95% |
1153 | 2011-12-10 20:23:26 | 69.09 | 93% |