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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 691 | 2019-02-27 04:13:22 | 84.50 | 96% |
| 200 | 2018-11-04 18:17:33 | 88.18 | 98% |