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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2219 | 2017-06-05 15:15:33 | 62.28 | 98% |
| 802 | 2017-04-18 21:18:14 | 49.87 | 89% |