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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 576 | 2017-06-18 12:47:35 | 73.85 | 95% |
| 369 | 2016-05-02 06:27:46 | 69.09 | 88% |