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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 640 | 2017-12-19 00:00:19 | 100.99 | 99% |
| 255 | 2017-12-10 19:02:36 | 87.62 | 98% |