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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 859 | 2017-06-16 09:16:07 | 68.53 | 99% |
| 75 | 2015-09-27 20:24:49 | 32.97 | 90% |