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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 107 | 2015-04-28 06:43:11 | 92.19 | 93% |
| 90 | 2015-04-05 07:33:35 | 69.87 | 85% |