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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1141 | 2016-12-09 21:18:30 | 95.61 | 94% |
482 | 2013-03-01 13:55:46 | 94.00 | 97% |