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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 668 | 2015-05-19 19:43:40 | 64.19 | 98% |
| 374 | 2015-04-09 00:06:58 | 56.55 | 94% |