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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210 | 2009-05-01 03:06:59 | 52.44 | |
196 | 2009-04-30 03:59:43 | 47.86 |