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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1218 | 2015-11-29 17:56:39 | 35.02 | 90% |
| 759 | 2015-06-08 16:54:59 | 29.69 | 84% |