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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2013 | 2022-03-03 10:22:41 | 69.78 | 97% |
| 2005 | 2022-03-03 10:15:36 | 75.69 | 97% |