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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3756 | 2019-02-04 17:47:20 | 60.35 | 99% |
| 450 | 2017-01-22 11:30:34 | 54.96 | 98% |