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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 173 | 2014-05-04 02:30:10 | 45.71 | 95% |
| 45 | 2014-04-23 19:22:18 | 52.48 | 99% |