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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 533 | 2016-08-23 10:53:47 | 65.71 | 96% |
| 428 | 2016-07-18 07:54:49 | 64.73 | 92% |