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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 398 | 2014-10-28 14:59:33 | 80.94 | 98% |
| 8 | 2014-09-24 14:03:57 | 59.88 | 95% |