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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 502 | 2017-08-07 07:49:45 | 80.38 | 97% |
| 477 | 2017-08-07 07:25:03 | 87.23 | 98% |