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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794 | 2010-06-30 21:19:13 | 51.66 | |
646 | 2010-06-26 18:44:24 | 43.57 | |
401 | 2010-04-30 15:36:29 | 36.43 |