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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 891 | 2016-12-29 15:11:02 | 71.70 | 90% |
| 553 | 2016-12-07 19:56:30 | 77.78 | 97% |