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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914 | 2015-12-21 02:22:48 | 83.34 | 89% |
523 | 2015-12-15 02:02:45 | 89.00 | 89% |
32 | 2014-02-07 12:10:49 | 70.17 | 87% |