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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 861 | 2017-03-23 02:40:45 | 56.19 | 84% |
| 28 | 2017-01-18 14:46:19 | 53.26 | 93% |