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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 281 | 2016-07-27 04:23:22 | 86.29 | 96% |
| 113 | 2016-02-13 07:07:02 | 70.82 | 89% |