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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 745 | 2014-08-24 06:21:19 | 63.72 | 90% |
| 587 | 2014-08-20 07:50:54 | 70.89 | 97% |