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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 201 | 2023-04-24 03:54:04 | 109.00 | 97% |
| 76 | 2014-05-20 06:40:01 | 106.31 | 86% |