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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1286 | 2014-06-22 00:59:18 | 108.90 | 96% |
| 918 | 2014-05-30 22:38:29 | 95.72 | 92% |