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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 475 | 2016-07-21 05:49:35 | 51.17 | 83% |
| 439 | 2016-05-30 13:19:08 | 44.22 | 82% |