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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357 | 2009-07-28 07:32:38 | 35.65 | |
167 | 2009-07-23 02:52:27 | 35.82 |