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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 92 | 2014-10-24 09:27:38 | 39.38 | 93% |
| 65 | 2014-10-17 09:38:05 | 42.76 | 98% |