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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 61 | 2014-10-22 13:25:16 | 129.39 | 97% |
| 59 | 2014-10-22 12:36:19 | 126.06 | 96% |