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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42 | 2013-02-23 11:24:06 | 120.28 | 97% |
4 | 2013-02-23 10:49:17 | 94.36 | 93% |