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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297 | 2016-01-17 03:38:57 | 61.33 | 91% |
188 | 2015-12-29 22:21:48 | 64.64 | 93% |