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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1193 | 2015-06-14 03:36:38 | 63.29 | 92% |
| 128 | 2015-03-11 12:14:24 | 57.41 | 91% |