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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2905 | 2019-01-09 02:10:47 | 70.43 | 97% |
| 274 | 2018-07-19 10:33:58 | 52.80 | 95% |