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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465 | 2008-09-23 19:56:07 | 75.86 | |
460 | 2008-09-23 19:23:55 | 75.28 |