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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 968 | 2017-01-06 03:41:58 | 110.66 | 96% |
| 694 | 2016-07-03 21:04:31 | 108.62 | 98% |