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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 982 | 2013-08-26 22:20:23 | 45.46 | 92% |
| 922 | 2013-08-26 06:26:57 | 45.86 | 93% |