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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1175 | 2019-03-09 16:28:40 | 101.40 | 97% |
| 945 | 2019-03-05 23:22:38 | 84.30 | 96% |