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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 106 | 2014-04-01 15:10:19 | 55.21 | 91% |
| 66 | 2013-11-30 18:55:09 | 38.87 | 90% |