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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 268 | 2016-02-22 05:39:24 | 59.52 | 90% |
| 238 | 2016-02-22 04:26:17 | 61.75 | 93% |