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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464 | 2014-11-12 00:26:56 | 70.69 | 97% |
435 | 2014-11-06 04:14:38 | 83.84 | 97% |