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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591 | 2010-03-14 13:25:09 | 59.40 | |
321 | 2009-04-06 09:16:23 | 50.92 | |
81 | 2009-02-19 04:41:48 | 53.81 |