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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201 | 2012-02-12 18:34:24 | 88.32 | 91% |
7 | 2012-01-30 21:24:47 | 92.15 | 94% |