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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 507 | 2014-02-07 02:43:32 | 40.16 | 94% |
| 383 | 2014-02-03 09:00:09 | 39.27 | 97% |