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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 62 | 2016-12-27 01:51:19 | 66.01 | 92% |
| 58 | 2016-12-08 00:23:33 | 54.18 | 88% |