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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 536 | 2015-10-07 05:40:03 | 67.33 | 96% |
| 42 | 2015-09-10 05:13:21 | 61.50 | 95% |