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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 983 | 2016-06-09 18:43:35 | 93.36 | 97% |
| 134 | 2015-02-13 17:10:47 | 82.09 | 95% |