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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1005 | 2015-02-21 09:43:32 | 65.84 | 90% |
| 837 | 2014-08-18 12:05:58 | 59.96 | 93% |