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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 334 | 2016-11-04 14:16:43 | 47.74 | 86% |
| 130 | 2016-10-05 14:18:26 | 43.04 | 85% |