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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 803 | 2016-07-24 13:46:38 | 73.91 | 91% |
| 295 | 2016-06-12 02:18:55 | 69.17 | 94% |