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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2530 | 2018-10-11 05:09:57 | 89.76 | 96% |
| 769 | 2017-03-19 05:54:55 | 95.12 | 94% |