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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1236 | 2016-05-06 04:30:11 | 65.04 | 96% |
1062 | 2016-04-28 11:48:03 | 57.18 | 95% |