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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1653 | 2018-11-10 13:53:48 | 77.05 | 98% |
| 634 | 2018-07-10 14:45:02 | 60.91 | 97% |