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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 727 | 2016-11-23 20:31:39 | 71.82 | 85% |
| 625 | 2016-09-13 01:26:19 | 82.18 | 93% |