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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1285 | 2013-05-27 05:34:19 | 81.46 | 93% |
826 | 2013-03-22 04:27:39 | 82.67 | 93% |
152 | 2013-02-12 01:24:52 | 71.42 | 91% |