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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4222 | 2019-02-20 16:46:45 | 61.24 | 97% |
| 85 | 2018-10-18 14:27:25 | 53.99 | 94% |