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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637 | 2009-05-05 14:23:17 | 127.51 | |
269 | 2009-03-14 21:35:37 | 119.97 |