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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 755 | 2015-09-15 22:43:34 | 44.89 | 96% |
| 305 | 2015-07-14 15:15:02 | 32.33 | 88% |