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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261 | 2014-08-23 02:21:59 | 99.37 | 95% |
253 | 2014-08-23 02:12:47 | 102.15 | 97% |