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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969 | 2014-09-21 05:45:21 | 66.88 | 90% |
205 | 2014-04-16 06:06:06 | 58.29 | 89% |