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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 522 | 2015-12-29 02:14:41 | 53.67 | 96% |
| 54 | 2015-12-04 22:48:53 | 26.60 | 89% |