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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1094 | 2014-01-31 19:52:44 | 59.96 | 94% |
| 524 | 2013-12-14 17:46:20 | 60.61 | 97% |