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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1843 | 2020-12-11 08:20:08 | 98.59 | 97% |
| 871 | 2018-04-11 02:11:08 | 87.77 | 97% |