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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1087 | 2017-04-21 15:16:36 | 58.12 | 89% |
| 625 | 2017-04-12 14:03:32 | 69.92 | 94% |