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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215 | 2014-03-10 14:40:30 | 86.23 | 94% |
25 | 2012-11-20 22:25:06 | 93.35 | 98% |