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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1073 | 2016-04-08 00:35:10 | 71.72 | 84% |
| 74 | 2015-02-22 18:29:07 | 66.74 | 86% |