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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 175 | 2015-05-07 12:48:51 | 83.02 | 77% |
| 25 | 2014-04-29 02:51:02 | 118.75 | 96% |