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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1247 | 2017-11-27 15:51:52 | 58.12 | 97% |
| 1013 | 2017-10-28 17:41:45 | 56.21 | 98% |