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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384 | 2016-02-11 21:25:19 | 107.68 | 99% |
50 | 2012-04-10 15:20:52 | 103.87 | 98% |