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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 613 | 2015-03-05 04:00:33 | 85.13 | 93% |
| 87 | 2014-07-25 18:38:20 | 77.63 | 92% |