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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 728 | 2015-05-30 17:22:19 | 70.25 | 87% |
| 373 | 2015-04-05 02:25:56 | 57.34 | 85% |