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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655 | 2009-09-28 22:37:33 | 124.05 | |
92 | 2009-02-26 14:19:17 | 116.46 |