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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 76 | 2015-03-03 14:44:05 | 80.61 | 90% |
| 8 | 2014-04-27 00:55:27 | 79.35 | 92% |