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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 875 | 2014-02-12 06:55:15 | 51.77 | 92% |
| 60 | 2014-01-31 09:30:43 | 42.09 | 91% |