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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 731 | 2016-08-16 20:54:57 | 61.15 | 93% |
| 211 | 2016-07-24 21:10:12 | 50.30 | 90% |