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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4882 | 2018-07-09 02:46:34 | 100.59 | 98% |
| 2815 | 2018-04-20 04:43:24 | 83.74 | 96% |