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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3330 | 2019-05-11 02:22:34 | 84.05 | 96% |
| 96 | 2018-10-31 00:56:40 | 68.55 | 98% |