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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1127 | 2017-01-23 20:04:09 | 105.06 | 90% |
| 58 | 2016-07-11 00:27:51 | 95.06 | 89% |