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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1649 | 2016-10-06 17:41:01 | 63.89 | 95% |
938 | 2016-09-10 16:27:23 | 63.47 | 94% |
424 | 2016-08-14 13:04:39 | 55.56 | 93% |