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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10606 | 2018-07-21 19:18:30 | 88.90 | 97% |
| 7040 | 2018-05-07 14:49:17 | 82.74 | 96% |