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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 728 | 2018-07-18 06:36:50 | 48.85 | 96% |
| 682 | 2018-07-10 05:45:44 | 48.08 | 96% |