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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1874 | 2019-09-30 04:31:47 | 90.73 | 96% |
| 429 | 2015-10-02 18:38:24 | 80.90 | 95% |