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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 377 | 2014-12-30 12:47:30 | 67.77 | 92% |
| 109 | 2014-12-17 12:21:50 | 62.81 | 97% |