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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1116 | 2021-05-01 04:00:27 | 82.98 | 98% |
| 355 | 2017-07-15 05:10:16 | 55.75 | 94% |