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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586 | 2013-03-26 06:22:27 | 108.77 | 99% |
180 | 2012-03-16 18:06:20 | 112.66 | 99% |
159 | 2012-03-13 02:30:11 | 103.31 | 99% |