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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3028 | 2018-12-25 03:59:00 | 78.44 | 98% |
| 239 | 2018-09-25 10:15:29 | 56.11 | 97% |