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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 883 | 2016-12-08 03:59:06 | 54.30 | 94% |
| 300 | 2016-01-11 13:17:21 | 23.82 | 93% |