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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1104 | 2018-08-04 04:50:34 | 104.44 | 97% |
| 464 | 2016-02-17 09:37:04 | 111.59 | 95% |