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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 653 | 2018-12-17 08:34:06 | 78.63 | 96% |
| 384 | 2013-11-01 18:02:04 | 56.07 | 90% |