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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1326 | 2017-06-13 19:55:12 | 51.85 | 95% |
| 1131 | 2017-06-07 00:16:58 | 53.11 | 94% |