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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1512 | 2014-10-24 15:22:08 | 60.40 | 90% |
1246 | 2014-07-02 00:05:08 | 46.99 | 84% |