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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 776 | 2016-01-02 13:08:16 | 88.32 | 93% |
| 189 | 2015-11-25 15:30:59 | 79.66 | 90% |