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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 508 | 2016-01-24 06:51:52 | 93.78 | 95% |
| 472 | 2016-01-14 04:57:51 | 110.61 | 96% |