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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884 | 2011-10-13 15:22:40 | 47.12 | 99% |
314 | 2011-06-30 14:32:30 | 45.16 | 96% |
168 | 2011-06-24 13:42:42 | 40.22 | 95% |