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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 811 | 2016-12-09 13:33:41 | 50.66 | 99% |
| 413 | 2016-05-11 12:51:28 | 39.63 | 97% |