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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 585 | 2014-03-30 07:21:28 | 54.36 | 93% |
| 97 | 2013-11-13 06:13:34 | 47.20 | 92% |