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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248 | 2011-12-05 16:47:32 | 80.87 | 95% |
144 | 2011-10-25 15:55:14 | 75.47 | 91% |