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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 721 | 2017-03-28 06:29:47 | 124.46 | 96% |
| 99 | 2016-10-16 03:27:09 | 97.50 | 95% |