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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 173 | 2015-10-20 16:01:21 | 90.31 | 88% |
| 87 | 2015-04-29 01:46:44 | 91.30 | 94% |