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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342 | 2016-04-08 11:52:35 | 41.19 | 90% |
180 | 2016-03-26 04:41:00 | 37.01 | 88% |