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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 250 | 2016-08-01 05:49:19 | 70.90 | 90% |
| 136 | 2014-01-19 05:36:17 | 39.83 | 86% |