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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 612 | 2016-11-10 09:51:14 | 112.39 | 97% |
| 359 | 2016-09-16 03:40:39 | 109.60 | 98% |