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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 574 | 2016-09-14 23:16:04 | 62.90 | 91% |
| 165 | 2016-09-01 05:17:04 | 62.94 | 92% |