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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725 | 2012-08-14 20:29:20 | 44.94 | 94% |
661 | 2012-08-12 16:59:14 | 48.16 | 96% |