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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 398 | 2014-02-04 19:28:40 | 81.96 | 96% |
| 134 | 2014-01-31 22:50:58 | 75.32 | 94% |