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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 101 | 2014-03-24 14:18:48 | 72.53 | 91% |
| 16 | 2014-03-21 14:18:46 | 67.85 | 93% |