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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 131 | 2016-01-16 00:26:32 | 42.05 | 83% |
| 18 | 2016-01-15 16:50:20 | 49.52 | 86% |