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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 776 | 2016-02-03 09:07:11 | 78.67 | 95% |
| 329 | 2015-03-15 19:48:11 | 84.14 | 96% |