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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1187 | 2018-03-14 06:07:45 | 48.54 | 94% |
| 656 | 2018-02-04 11:41:25 | 46.86 | 95% |