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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 682 | 2017-04-13 12:45:32 | 59.30 | 93% |
| 411 | 2017-03-02 03:16:22 | 47.33 | 88% |