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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548 | 2012-06-14 23:42:29 | 87.67 | 98% |
79 | 2012-06-06 17:55:59 | 85.10 | 94% |