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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325 | 2012-06-09 02:11:22 | 50.35 | 100% |
299 | 2012-06-07 02:43:55 | 49.81 | 100% |