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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 239 | 2018-01-30 02:16:20 | 99.10 | 97% |
| 224 | 2018-01-29 14:59:57 | 82.14 | 96% |