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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525 | 2012-07-27 01:45:17 | 119.68 | 94% |
463 | 2012-07-19 07:07:54 | 109.08 | 94% |
243 | 2011-12-27 09:12:43 | 123.54 | 96% |