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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 873 | 2014-12-22 20:50:52 | 53.87 | 92% |
| 183 | 2014-05-14 16:19:31 | 31.28 | 87% |