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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 521 | 2014-05-18 15:22:44 | 57.76 | 88% |
| 321 | 2014-03-26 13:09:18 | 59.43 | 91% |