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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 531 | 2015-04-03 14:05:16 | 49.95 | 91% |
| 222 | 2015-03-21 06:45:42 | 42.64 | 96% |