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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1093 | 2016-06-18 09:29:54 | 90.61 | 98% |
| 546 | 2014-01-07 10:24:20 | 80.78 | 94% |