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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1027 | 2014-12-27 14:48:41 | 53.89 | 94% |
| 505 | 2014-11-28 12:07:57 | 44.68 | 94% |