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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1325 | 2016-11-04 16:38:51 | 60.76 | 95% |
| 891 | 2016-04-05 17:22:30 | 52.28 | 94% |