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 | 2015-06-13 17:21:07 | 81.24 | 95% |
| 13 | 2015-05-26 13:21:18 | 65.71 | 90% |