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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1611 | 2014-10-02 05:16:24 | 52.25 | 92% |
1569 | 2014-06-06 00:38:37 | 49.23 | 95% |
411 | 2012-06-10 07:30:53 | 38.95 | 93% |
344 | 2012-06-04 04:32:25 | 38.44 | 92% |