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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3058 | 2019-10-04 16:36:19 | 115.47 | 98% |
| 322 | 2016-11-26 20:51:08 | 89.68 | 93% |