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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1317 | 2016-11-04 20:22:45 | 87.58 | 97% |
| 430 | 2015-02-20 16:39:38 | 77.90 | 92% |