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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2105 | 2017-04-26 10:34:08 | 47.98 | 93% |
| 302 | 2016-11-20 14:57:50 | 39.22 | 97% |