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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 205 | 2016-12-09 04:05:22 | 83.70 | 91% |
| 169 | 2016-12-02 05:40:56 | 64.96 | 87% |