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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 897 | 2015-07-18 05:37:41 | 103.22 | 96% |
| 260 | 2014-04-02 12:21:09 | 61.88 | 91% |