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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209 | 2016-02-22 15:56:11 | 50.35 | 92% |
39 | 2016-02-18 16:37:41 | 45.35 | 87% |