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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 118 | 2014-01-11 07:59:37 | 114.71 | 92% |
| 91 | 2014-01-10 06:58:12 | 104.10 | 88% |