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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817 | 2012-08-07 10:59:47 | 47.50 | 85% |
457 | 2012-06-25 08:41:41 | 48.73 | 87% |