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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 540 | 2015-08-29 04:25:06 | 49.21 | 96% |
| 426 | 2015-08-15 04:12:22 | 52.45 | 97% |