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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 155 | 2015-08-05 11:57:40 | 40.43 | 89% |
| 88 | 2015-07-27 18:13:13 | 41.77 | 86% |