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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1036 | 2015-03-26 20:26:47 | 72.87 | 94% |
| 811 | 2015-01-18 02:57:15 | 66.52 | 97% |