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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329 | 2009-06-23 00:50:01 | 90.92 | |
294 | 2009-06-22 21:16:36 | 97.12 | |
157 | 2009-06-17 03:08:07 | 86.39 |