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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 694 | 2018-07-24 10:02:32 | 65.89 | 98% |
| 341 | 2017-03-16 17:24:26 | 59.51 | 90% |