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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 171 | 2014-07-01 10:58:06 | 91.06 | 94% |
| 118 | 2014-07-01 07:56:11 | 88.27 | 94% |