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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 162 | 2018-01-21 09:07:08 | 51.21 | 95% |
| 32 | 2017-07-29 05:33:33 | 37.32 | 93% |