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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2964 | 2017-05-14 00:33:01 | 74.45 | 94% |
| 104 | 2016-05-05 03:04:24 | 64.24 | 95% |