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 | 2012-02-11 07:31:33 | 75.52 | 96% |
176 | 2011-12-27 16:01:03 | 56.60 | 95% |