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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 849 | 2016-06-30 20:31:05 | 67.03 | 89% |
| 107 | 2015-06-02 16:30:07 | 52.80 | 89% |