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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1586 | 2019-04-13 17:16:26 | 63.41 | 97% |
| 548 | 2018-09-03 10:01:40 | 48.09 | 97% |