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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285 | 2008-09-25 07:11:31 | 64.00 | |
244 | 2008-09-19 11:48:37 | 65.65 |