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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 195 | 2014-03-03 23:57:11 | 54.33 | 96% |
| 131 | 2014-02-10 16:06:16 | 40.08 | 90% |