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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 891 | 2015-09-09 14:51:24 | 63.18 | 93% |
| 572 | 2015-08-19 05:37:27 | 66.76 | 95% |