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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 305 | 2014-08-21 08:25:25 | 38.95 | 95% |
| 31 | 2014-07-11 05:25:57 | 27.56 | 90% |