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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 924 | 2015-07-20 01:33:40 | 74.04 | 93% |
| 373 | 2015-06-17 18:16:38 | 65.98 | 94% |