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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26 | 2015-01-23 21:23:53 | 99.66 | 98% |
| 17 | 2015-01-23 21:12:27 | 85.15 | 92% |