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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 435 | 2017-03-10 08:35:55 | 67.59 | 97% |
| 381 | 2016-10-03 06:07:57 | 62.84 | 96% |