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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162 | 2012-02-29 19:12:13 | 102.11 | 95% |
90 | 2012-02-28 10:24:51 | 98.88 | 94% |