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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1234 | 2018-08-17 14:15:39 | 47.35 | 93% |
| 414 | 2016-03-28 10:13:48 | 36.72 | 84% |