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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1827 | 2014-12-12 13:49:32 | 49.33 | 89% |
| 188 | 2014-09-20 14:52:53 | 39.40 | 89% |