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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 209 | 2014-06-17 15:20:23 | 75.43 | 96% |
| 126 | 2014-05-28 15:33:06 | 76.10 | 99% |