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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 368 | 2016-04-29 20:51:49 | 83.45 | 99% |
| 191 | 2016-02-25 13:43:50 | 74.04 | 99% |