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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3770 | 2018-04-25 14:05:41 | 127.42 | 99% |
| 2407 | 2018-02-01 14:47:03 | 127.63 | 99% |