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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 335 | 2016-02-29 06:31:29 | 76.84 | 91% |
| 52 | 2016-01-29 07:20:20 | 64.56 | 89% |