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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1066 | 2016-12-02 08:08:36 | 55.04 | 92% |
| 15 | 2016-03-23 20:17:09 | 44.89 | 93% |