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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 557 | 2014-11-23 02:00:54 | 132.89 | 98% |
| 89 | 2014-11-13 15:04:21 | 126.74 | 97% |