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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294 | 2016-03-17 22:00:13 | 82.65 | 97% |
180 | 2014-04-17 16:53:53 | 67.72 | 94% |
175 | 2014-04-17 16:46:32 | 89.45 | 98% |
157 | 2014-04-16 14:49:16 | 95.20 | 99% |