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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1322 | 2017-03-13 11:51:25 | 60.76 | 97% |
515 | 2015-11-28 22:54:05 | 69.30 | 96% |