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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1531 | 2018-06-17 17:07:01 | 115.83 | 98% |
| 767 | 2017-11-30 14:34:45 | 113.65 | 98% |