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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 644 | 2015-05-05 18:33:23 | 78.03 | 98% |
| 633 | 2015-05-04 21:12:16 | 77.37 | 98% |