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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579 | 2015-11-13 11:36:07 | 99.47 | 97% |
389 | 2015-11-02 23:45:11 | 80.31 | 90% |