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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 370 | 2017-12-20 23:00:44 | 107.75 | 98% |
| 49 | 2016-11-11 20:11:33 | 102.21 | 95% |