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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 354 | 2017-12-23 00:53:20 | 71.58 | 95% |
| 69 | 2016-12-26 03:30:28 | 34.77 | 91% |