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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 566 | 2014-11-07 14:33:33 | 64.83 | 90% |
| 89 | 2014-09-26 18:18:05 | 66.23 | 92% |