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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1675 | 2015-11-21 01:43:48 | 83.80 | 98% |
| 1286 | 2015-05-04 21:12:12 | 86.32 | 97% |