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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| 2656 | 2014-05-23 09:27:26 | 138.90 | 91% |
| 249 | 2010-06-21 02:41:53 | 131.99 |