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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 397 | 2016-07-02 19:03:55 | 55.95 | 93% |
| 207 | 2016-04-01 14:45:26 | 48.24 | 87% |