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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 618 | 2015-02-20 11:17:45 | 38.86 | 91% |
| 482 | 2015-02-19 17:34:14 | 47.90 | 92% |