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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2418 | 2015-08-07 02:59:46 | 104.16 | 92% |
| 2019 | 2015-07-24 09:49:54 | 96.79 | 93% |