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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 53 | 2014-09-02 19:47:47 | 57.08 | 89% |
| 14 | 2014-08-23 02:55:04 | 45.32 | 87% |