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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824 | 2015-10-21 17:33:25 | 126.11 | 99% |
134 | 2012-03-30 23:20:24 | 85.12 | 93% |