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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78 | 2013-09-12 00:28:07 | 80.33 | 96% |
38 | 2013-08-05 09:41:47 | 56.81 | 86% |