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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1116 | 2016-01-13 05:36:46 | 84.66 | 93% |
| 959 | 2012-07-09 15:12:34 | 79.82 | 92% |