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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9 | 2008-09-14 15:50:41 | 117.24 | |
2 | 2008-09-14 15:43:18 | 118.72 |