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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1150 | 2014-12-22 16:27:41 | 56.07 | 97% |
| 881 | 2014-12-07 15:41:20 | 57.28 | 96% |