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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1192 | 2015-02-24 12:38:59 | 58.98 | 91% |
| 481 | 2014-09-26 23:46:22 | 43.82 | 93% |