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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4857 | 2019-05-24 01:50:18 | 54.92 | 99% |
| 34 | 2016-01-04 01:48:54 | 43.57 | 86% |