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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 424 | 2014-07-09 23:55:05 | 94.13 | 96% |
| 62 | 2014-02-11 11:02:30 | 74.19 | 90% |