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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62 | 2012-02-23 17:26:31 | 69.51 | 97% |
45 | 2012-02-23 17:02:21 | 68.32 | 95% |
31 | 2012-02-23 14:52:02 | 62.09 | 94% |