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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279 | 2016-08-30 03:29:50 | 86.12 | 93% |
171 | 2012-12-08 05:15:26 | 75.55 | 90% |