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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3039 | 2019-09-14 16:07:04 | 75.95 | 99% |
| 163 | 2018-12-05 14:42:46 | 61.66 | 98% |