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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615 | 2013-04-06 23:04:15 | 78.31 | 90% |
513 | 2013-04-06 00:54:59 | 75.95 | 88% |