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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1407 | 2018-01-08 23:13:49 | 69.96 | 97% |
| 695 | 2017-08-12 15:56:20 | 78.33 | 98% |