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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 74 | 2017-08-25 04:49:37 | 67.65 | 99% |
| 26 | 2016-10-04 09:02:21 | 97.43 | 99% |