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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1155 | 2018-11-07 00:43:23 | 72.19 | 96% |
| 529 | 2018-09-16 07:07:40 | 65.28 | 97% |