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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 414 | 2017-01-09 14:59:13 | 51.54 | 92% |
| 76 | 2016-12-28 19:58:08 | 45.37 | 91% |