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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1030 | 2017-06-08 02:57:12 | 67.23 | 98% |
| 677 | 2017-05-11 06:20:28 | 62.33 | 96% |