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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904 | 2012-06-26 20:40:24 | 52.84 | 93% |
694 | 2012-06-12 20:27:20 | 46.88 | 89% |