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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1950 | 2017-01-27 04:06:11 | 102.97 | 98% |
| 1069 | 2016-10-28 19:23:07 | 93.33 | 96% |