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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 652 | 2014-03-07 10:45:10 | 59.31 | 90% |
| 261 | 2014-01-16 09:58:48 | 70.36 | 96% |