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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2392 | 2019-09-09 06:37:49 | 139.32 | 99% |
| 1785 | 2019-07-19 16:48:32 | 155.35 | 100% |