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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653 | 2010-07-17 13:15:59 | 57.63 | |
506 | 2010-06-23 07:01:45 | 47.69 | |
91 | 2010-01-02 03:21:57 | 46.54 |