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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 878 | 2016-04-05 01:38:31 | 97.95 | 94% |
| 113 | 2016-02-20 07:00:25 | 83.47 | 92% |