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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292 | 2015-01-19 13:00:20 | 38.74 | 93% |
259 | 2015-01-18 05:57:16 | 37.63 | 92% |