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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 756 | 2017-05-22 18:08:00 | 103.39 | 99% |
| 535 | 2016-06-13 04:04:06 | 99.89 | 96% |