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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88 | 2011-03-21 09:27:02 | 34.36 | |
56 | 2011-03-21 02:06:50 | 33.13 | |
52 | 2011-03-21 02:01:07 | 31.65 |