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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1031 | 2017-01-11 04:47:27 | 103.25 | 98% |
| 530 | 2017-01-01 04:21:37 | 93.50 | 93% |