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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2209 | 2015-11-16 01:57:53 | 86.42 | 93% |
1188 | 2010-11-30 01:09:25 | 56.13 | |
426 | 2010-09-30 02:19:17 | 56.33 |