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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1485 | 2018-05-04 02:36:52 | 99.62 | 97% |
| 1233 | 2018-04-10 22:29:17 | 94.94 | 96% |