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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1204 | 2015-09-23 16:38:43 | 79.03 | 96% |
| 958 | 2015-09-19 17:38:42 | 79.16 | 97% |