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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 431 | 2015-10-05 16:47:07 | 68.07 | 95% |
| 93 | 2015-09-19 18:47:19 | 70.78 | 94% |