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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1035 | 2015-05-24 05:04:27 | 89.79 | 93% |
| 745 | 2014-07-13 13:16:27 | 81.24 | 91% |