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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 360 | 2018-07-13 02:56:11 | 75.03 | 98% |
| 169 | 2018-07-10 07:55:14 | 68.17 | 98% |