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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2959 | 2018-11-30 00:02:22 | 110.90 | 98% |
| 1649 | 2018-08-06 13:54:20 | 110.71 | 97% |