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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4108 | 2021-11-09 15:57:07 | 91.85 | 98% |
| 308 | 2016-10-26 16:10:54 | 54.86 | 93% |