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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 834 | 2018-04-12 18:32:08 | 98.04 | 98% |
| 91 | 2010-11-24 15:33:28 | 34.20 |