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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824 | 2011-04-17 03:53:00 | 35.36 | |
753 | 2011-04-15 13:03:59 | 38.67 |