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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 868 | 2016-11-09 15:08:13 | 123.79 | 97% |
| 836 | 2016-09-22 20:19:50 | 120.51 | 90% |