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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5062 | 2018-10-08 02:11:33 | 78.16 | 96% |
| 76 | 2016-12-29 16:48:24 | 52.33 | 87% |