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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 660 | 2014-05-19 05:52:55 | 118.44 | 94% |
| 578 | 2014-03-04 08:12:52 | 95.54 | 88% |