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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2445 | 2018-10-11 17:08:08 | 62.42 | 93% |
| 1265 | 2018-01-23 14:48:56 | 67.35 | 94% |