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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1167 | 2015-12-11 18:22:21 | 44.91 | 87% |
639 | 2015-11-12 17:51:42 | 38.73 | 86% |
508 | 2015-11-09 00:02:21 | 37.99 | 85% |