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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1146 | 2016-11-08 08:32:19 | 62.11 | 93% |
810 | 2014-09-19 09:34:06 | 63.86 | 94% |