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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 668 | 2015-06-23 11:22:30 | 139.35 | 96% |
| 110 | 2014-08-27 15:37:54 | 130.69 | 95% |