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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1190 | 2016-06-21 03:09:31 | 68.31 | 96% |
| 641 | 2016-01-22 00:06:36 | 69.14 | 95% |