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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204 | 2016-04-27 19:46:54 | 59.20 | 95% |
99 | 2016-04-17 09:07:28 | 49.39 | 89% |
78 | 2016-04-15 20:39:21 | 54.72 | 90% |