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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676 | 2015-04-20 01:21:01 | 59.15 | 92% |
464 | 2015-04-16 12:46:03 | 61.94 | 92% |