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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1189 | 2015-12-08 14:06:17 | 66.25 | 95% |
| 900 | 2015-12-02 02:21:20 | 61.30 | 92% |