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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 402 | 2016-04-28 03:14:54 | 136.53 | 99% |
| 173 | 2014-11-08 03:09:33 | 85.86 | 85% |