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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295 | 2015-02-19 09:06:58 | 82.44 | 99% |
216 | 2014-11-20 06:23:19 | 79.57 | 97% |