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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2757 | 2015-04-28 01:31:43 | 91.44 | 93% |
2694 | 2015-04-16 03:22:51 | 90.71 | 92% |