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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1085 | 2016-02-24 06:40:53 | 42.76 | 95% |
700 | 2012-01-05 01:29:28 | 60.12 | 98% |