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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 856 | 2016-02-26 15:42:00 | 82.55 | 87% |
| 594 | 2014-05-25 08:02:05 | 85.96 | 91% |