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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75 | 2009-01-21 09:07:53 | 64.34 | |
36 | 2009-01-19 09:19:57 | 57.90 |