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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101 | 2015-01-16 21:33:12 | 99.41 | 93% |
82 | 2015-01-15 12:00:06 | 89.69 | 96% |