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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 202 | 2017-02-12 14:25:48 | 68.67 | 98% |
| 16 | 2017-02-04 03:04:55 | 34.22 | 95% |