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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 195 | 2017-06-07 21:02:00 | 101.74 | 98% |
| 20 | 2016-06-07 11:50:41 | 84.72 | 96% |