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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 695 | 2015-11-20 14:36:58 | 40.95 | 91% |
| 464 | 2015-08-08 04:45:26 | 33.54 | 93% |