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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 687 | 2019-02-11 05:48:28 | 34.52 | 95% |
| 128 | 2019-01-27 09:03:55 | 36.41 | 96% |