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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2508 | 2018-02-14 15:35:57 | 56.20 | 96% |
| 678 | 2018-01-17 12:06:55 | 59.02 | 97% |