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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940 | 2013-06-11 14:24:43 | 83.03 | 93% |
773 | 2013-05-10 11:04:05 | 83.62 | 93% |