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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 340 | 2016-09-12 03:33:56 | 32.20 | 86% |
| 247 | 2016-07-31 06:25:45 | 59.89 | 86% |