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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47 | 2015-02-15 02:03:47 | 121.15 | 97% |
| 44 | 2015-02-15 02:01:20 | 114.37 | 97% |