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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 648 | 2021-02-22 13:07:50 | 105.36 | 97.8% |
| 11 | 2015-07-24 20:45:00 | 75.68 | 90% |