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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 152 | 2017-08-07 12:48:51 | 91.35 | 98% |
| 92 | 2017-06-24 11:55:02 | 83.68 | 97% |