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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1803 | 2016-12-05 19:11:22 | 65.65 | 93% |
1458 | 2016-11-24 06:04:11 | 66.05 | 95% |