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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1204 | 2014-09-03 10:04:13 | 47.46 | 83% |
| 1143 | 2014-08-29 16:09:11 | 56.21 | 88% |