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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1543 | 2021-03-02 19:01:24 | 89.41 | 98% |
| 125 | 2016-12-28 18:35:29 | 51.22 | 83% |