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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 310 | 2014-03-20 13:40:12 | 70.69 | 94% |
| 299 | 2014-03-20 13:24:48 | 72.23 | 97% |