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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359 | 2011-04-27 07:15:06 | 55.70 | |
240 | 2011-04-18 05:36:30 | 53.09 |