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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 502 | 2015-04-07 14:52:32 | 53.45 | 98% |
| 261 | 2015-03-01 14:58:17 | 47.12 | 94% |