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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 251 | 2014-07-26 21:31:54 | 31.36 | 88% |
| 222 | 2014-07-26 11:29:33 | 37.24 | 91% |