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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 112 | 2014-05-24 16:04:22 | 56.94 | 95% |
| 64 | 2014-04-10 22:48:11 | 43.64 | 86% |