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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1720 | 2020-04-13 15:14:57 | 80.32 | 97% |
| 1501 | 2020-02-11 23:02:48 | 77.87 | 99% |