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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1001 | 2016-07-14 07:00:04 | 59.07 | 93% |
811 | 2016-06-28 05:33:47 | 62.27 | 95% |
75 | 2013-08-27 02:52:54 | 42.32 | 90% |