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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 687 | 2019-10-10 07:14:01 | 75.59 | 98% |
| 310 | 2018-11-05 03:10:59 | 73.80 | 99% |