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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5353 | 2018-07-03 15:15:34 | 81.41 | 98% |
| 1142 | 2017-11-07 15:58:42 | 73.32 | 97% |