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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 730 | 2016-06-20 14:15:07 | 98.12 | 97% |
| 661 | 2016-03-28 13:54:16 | 96.73 | 95% |