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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 208 | 2015-12-18 22:55:39 | 133.16 | 96% |
| 104 | 2015-12-11 05:58:25 | 148.04 | 95% |