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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116 | 2012-04-19 07:29:16 | 43.99 | 97% |
101 | 2012-04-19 05:52:59 | 43.92 | 97% |