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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1586 | 2017-08-17 15:46:07 | 57.40 | 94% |
| 70 | 2017-05-22 19:20:17 | 49.85 | 85% |