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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 810 | 2019-03-20 13:22:58 | 84.14 | 97% |
| 50 | 2016-11-02 16:29:00 | 59.60 | 89% |