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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 440 | 2020-05-15 20:56:53 | 93.52 | 96% |
| 348 | 2018-01-17 01:49:57 | 107.13 | 99% |