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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 949 | 2016-09-06 01:53:51 | 85.20 | 96% |
| 817 | 2016-08-30 14:11:10 | 63.86 | 97% |