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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 192 | 2015-04-28 00:06:10 | 52.61 | 94% |
| 175 | 2015-04-24 02:47:04 | 53.42 | 93% |