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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1865 | 2017-09-22 08:40:04 | 87.66 | 98% |
| 664 | 2016-10-19 03:48:41 | 69.29 | 93% |