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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1045 | 2016-04-26 20:30:52 | 61.11 | 97% |
| 949 | 2016-04-25 19:02:38 | 55.69 | 94% |