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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1241 | 2020-10-19 09:39:13 | 50.49 | 97% |
| 176 | 2014-05-20 11:50:12 | 47.17 | 96% |