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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1456 | 2016-05-07 01:58:01 | 89.65 | 95% |
| 359 | 2015-12-20 04:23:47 | 69.95 | 92% |