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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 455 | 2016-12-21 02:19:28 | 66.24 | 98% |
| 290 | 2016-12-03 02:21:11 | 60.90 | 98% |